The time I cheated on my long-distance girlfriend with my best friend [FF], Part 2

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ceo8i4/the_time_i_cheated_on_my_longdistance_girlfriend/)

I’m so glad you all liked my last story. This is my first delve into writing smut, so I thought I’d start “easy” with true stories from my life. Skip to **[SEX HERE]** to get right to the filth.

Where I last left off, I had gone down on my best friend Marie. We fell in and out of sleep and kissing all night. She moved to “take a turn” on me, but I stopped her and said, “How about we make tonight all about you? We could try the strap-on next, it’s nice and clean in the nightstand…”

Well, she giggled, blushed, and went back to cuddling with me. There was no strap-on action that night – after all, she was very sexually inexperienced and a strap-on is a pretty big jump, haha.

We went back to sleep that night and didn’t do anything else. The next morning, in the cruel light of day with a hangover rapidly approaching, the full weight of what happened the night before struck me. I looked over at my hot friend Marie, who was still sleeping, and glanced at my phone. Of course my girlfriend didn’t text me. We texted maybe every 2 or 3 days, and even then, it was a couple of sentences at best. We never called. It’s like I was single.

I got up to work on nursing my hangover. I got some water, brushed my teeth, took an ibuprofen, and turned on the shower. I stripped off the rest of my clothes (my pants never actually came off, talk about blue ~~balls~~ ovaries) and brought my giant thermos thing of ice water into the shower with me. I heard movement in the bedroom, then in the kitchen. Marie was obviously looking for water or whatever as well. A few moments later, she knocked quietly on the bathroom door and I froze. What was going to happen next? Did she regret this?

“Carmen?” she asked. She tried the handle – I left the bathroom door unlocked because I was used to being alone. I worried that she would tell me she was going home.

“Yeah?” I asked. I was totally frozen.

“Um,” she began. “Considering what happened last night… would it be cool if I cleaned up while you finished showering? I wanna brush my teeth.” She paused. “I also really, really need to pee.”

I felt relieved. “Oh, sure, whatever you want. You can hop in with me too, you know.”

She laughed. “Well, I have an elaborate shower routine.”

I got the hint. “No problem. I’ll be done soon.” I finished my shower, then she went in and finished hers. I finished my morning routine of taking my dog out and finding clothes for the day. I chose sweats and a t-shirt – I knew we wouldn’t be going far that day. I made my usual breakfast – a fruit smoothie – for the two of us. My neighbors texted me to say they’d be headed to the city to party and invited me along, but I said I was too hungover. I saw Marie’s phone light up with a text – they probably asked her too. My heart raced. Would this make them suspicious? – They didn’t know my girlfriend, so I guess it was fine.

Marie came out of the shower and accepted the smoothie I made. I told her the neighbors texted me and she noticed her own copy of the same text. “I’m not feeling it today,” she said. We sat together on the couch in silence, petting and playing with my dog. Finally, I asked, “Are you okay with what happened last night?”

She smiled a little and said, “Yeah, actually… very okay. Are you?”

I said, “Yeah… actually…”

True to lesbian tradition, we spent a few hours talking about it. I told her I wasn’t too worried about my girlfriend, really, because she’s practically non-existent. She told me she wanted to hang out a little and then try some more that night. She was interested in dating. I wasn’t sure about that since I was still technically on the rocks with my girlfriend, but I was down to explore whatever this new dynamic was between us. We spent the day at the dog park, she got more clothes and toiletries from her apartment, then we came back and watched movies, cooked, and just acted like friends. I felt so much closer to her than I did to my own girlfriend – I didn’t even feel guilty about that part, I felt like I was starving for companionship and I was finally getting what I needed.

That night, we both decided to try totally sober sex. Not gonna lie, it was a little more awkward at first. We both knew we wanted it, but we were both feeling a little nervous – her because it was all so new, and me because of the combination of the “affair” and also changing the relationship between me and my best friend, but it started to fade when I suddenly recalled flashes from the night bofore. I felt a familiar tingle between my legs.

We were sitting on the couch together with a movie running in the background. I had been holding her hand – I let it go to move my hand up her arm. She turned to look at me and smiled coyly. “Found your ovaries?” she asked. I laughed and responded, “You could have made a move, you know – I didn’t know you were such a pillow princess.” She playfully shoved me away. I pulled her closer and we fell into a tight embrace, kissing sensually.

**[SEX HERE]**

I put one hand behind her neck and let the other roam her body. She started to lay back on the couch, pulling me on top of her. I was between her legs, missionary-style, and she had her legs wrapped around me with her ankles crossing at my lower back. In this position, she was pulling me tightly against her – our pussies were grinding and the rest of our bodies were flat against each other. Since this was the position she chose, I just *knew* she wanted to be fucked with the strap-on that night – I just needed to warm her up to the idea.

Our hands wandered all over each other. I took her shirt off, then I took my own shirt off. Bras followed shortly thereafter. We grabbed each other’s breasts and pinched each other’s nipples. Her breasts were perfect – they fit just right in my hands. We were in this position for a long time – grinding, kissing, and feeling the heat from each other’s bodies. Our tongues danced in each other’s mouths. At one point, I noticed a small wet spot had appeared in the crotch of her tight jeans. I asked her if she’d like to move back to the bedroom and she grinned. We got up and before she could get in the bed, I turned her around to face me. I unbuttoned her jeans and started to pull them down. I kneeled on the floor, her jeans at her ankles, and kissed her pussy through her lingerie – oh shit, she was wearing lingerie? “Naughty,” I told her. She giggled.

We went back to the bed and resumed grinding like we were on the couch. I leaned in to whisper in her ear, “I really, really want to fuck you with the strap-on.” She gasped a little and I felt her hips push into mine. She said, “I want you to, but the most I’ve ever had is the fingers you put in last night.” This was *incredibly* exciting to me – I never got to be anyone’s “first” before. I was looking forward to being the lesbian Fabio or whatever for her – there was something extremely erotic about being her first.

I took it slow with her. At some point, the last of her clothing came off and she had pulled my sweats off as well. I preferred to wear boxer/brief-style undergarments, and she commented, “I know I said I was always into femme girls, but damn if those don’t look hot on you.” I grinned. I reached between us to feel her pussy. My god, she was so wet – how does she not get dehydrated?

She grinded up towards my hand. I distracted her by making out and rubbed circles around her clit with my middle finger. When she started writhing and groaning, I stopped. She sighed longingly. I kept teasing her like this – edging her, kissing her, feeling her naked body. I pushed two fingers inside her and rubbed her g-spot for a while. I felt her pussy clench around my fingers just as it had the night before. I really took my time – I wanted her to want this. Eventually, she pushed me off her and said, “This is driving me crazy. Fuck.”

I got off her and dug in my nightstand for the harness. I had a couple of dildos – one average-sized plain one and one that was more realistic-looking but slightly above average in length and girth. To my shock, she picked that one. “I read they feel better when they have the extra textures.” I laughed. “Okay, let’s try it then.” I put the harness and dildo on, put a little lube on it (not that she needed it, honestly) and positioned myself over her so that the dildo rubbed against her pussy. She sighed and let out little half-moans.

Eventually, she said, “Please, fuck me. Just fuck me.” I grinned. I leaned back and lined up the tip with her hole, being sure to rub her clit a little on the way down. It was definitely a tight fit – I could tell she was tense. I tried to get a better angle. I grabbed a pillow and put it under her hips, then I propped up her knees and tried again. She was still so tense – every time I pushed, she tensed more. I looked at her and she bit her lip. I told her to try to relax. “It’s kind of a myth that it hurts the first time – just relax.”

To my shock, she said, “Let me try being on top.” Hell yes, I thought. I laid on my back and she climbed on top of me. She grabbed the dildo and slid down slowly. She took it all the way to the base and, as she leaned forward to kiss me, she moaned. “Fuck, this feels really good. It’s like I can feel every part of it every time I move.” Pulling her hips toward me, I rolled her over, trying to keep the dildo in her the whole time. We were back in missionary. I started to fuck her slowly – I watched the dildo go in and out, her juices making it glisten in the lamplight. She was very quiet except for deep breaths and quiet, breathy moans. I looked at her face and saw bliss – she was overwhelmed with the sensations.

I put my hands on her hips and started to pick up the pace and her eyes flew open – she gasped and grabbed my hands. “Are you okay?” I asked, stopping mid-thrust. “That felt really fucking good,” she said. “Don’t stop.”

Green light.

I alternated fucking her at different paces. Slow, fast, hard, gentle. She was moaning and writhing. I played with her nipples and ran my hands along her body as much as I could. She would clutch the sheets, grab my ass, play with her own nipples. For the most part, we stayed in missionary – she was still a little shy, but she was willing to move her legs in different positions or grind to meet my thrust. She was so turned on – I felt her wetness run down my legs every time we rearranged and I saw a wet spot on the sheets underneath her ass. I felt *my own* wetness starting to run down my thighs. Seeing her writhe – her hair splayed out on my pillow and her breasts bouncing with the thrusts was just incredible. I was so turned on that my clit actually hurt. I wanted to cum too, but I knew I’d have to wait.

At one point, she said, “I really feel like I want to cum but I just can’t.” She sighed – she was exasperated. I grabbed one of her hands and put it on her clit. I said, “Rub your clit while I’m fucking you.” For a moment, she looked like she might be too embarrassed and I tried to [figure out](https://i.imgur.com/sCCReVB.jpg) how I was gonna pull off rubbing it with my thumb (I’m pretty sure people only *say* they do that but don’t really actually do that successfully), but she was so turned on and desperate to cum that she started rubbing. I resumed fucking her hard, but at a medium pace. I was holding myself up with my hands on the bed beside her head. My arms were so sore from holding myself up in various positions, but once she started rubbing her clit, I could tell she was close. “Fuck, this feels good. Why didn’t you tell me this sooner?”

I responded by fucking faster. She moaned – *loudly.* I tried to keep a steady pace. She spread her legs as far apart as they could go and kept rubbing. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she said. “Oh fuck, I’m so close. Fuck.” I leaned down and bit her ear. She dug her nails into my back – which was already pretty clawed up from the night before. “Shit baby,” I said. “You’re gonna slice up my back with those nails,” I said. She laughed and used the tips of her fingers to dig into me instead. It still hurt, but she quickly resumed moaning and I forgot about the pain. I wanted her to cum.

Suddenly, her body tensed up. She became perfectly still except for the rubbing on her clit. I kept up my pace as best as I could. Her hips instinctively twiched towards the bed as she let out a half-moan, half yell. “FUCK,” she shouted. “Ohhh, fuck.” She moaned and her hips twitched. Her free hand pulled me tightly against her while her other hand finished out her orgasm. Eventually, her rubbing slowed, and I matched by slowing down my pace. When she stopped rubbing, I fucked her slowly for a few more thrusts, then stopped with the dildo still inside. We kissed tenderly, our tongues weaving in each other’s mouths.

I dramatically collapsed on top of her and she started giggling uncontrollably. I leaned back and pulled out of her slowly, watching the string of juices go from the tip of the dildo to her pussy. Her lips were still puffy and red from being so turned on. I ran a thumb across her clit and she twitched and giggled. “Stop!” she said. “It’s too sensitive.”

“You made a huge fucking mess,” I said jokingly.

I took the harness off and set the dildo on the nightstand – her juices still running down the length of it. She stared at my pussy and saw my legs were soaked. “Is that mine?” she said. “No…” I responded.

We spooned and napped for a while. I was so fucking turned on from the past two nights with no relief, but I didn’t want to pressure her. Eventually, she turned around to face me and said, “Is it your turn yet?”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ceyr58/the_time_i_cheated_on_my_longdistance_girlfriend