Staying over at a friend’s place [MF]

This happened a long time ago, so I may have embellished a few things in my mind over the intervening years. I’ve also tried to write it to make it a good story, and I’m still trying to practice my writing style. It’s long, but I hope you like it.

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I was always stupid when it came to women. For the longest time, I thought girls weren’t interested in me, and I was lucky to still have my high school girlfriend in university. But as things go we drifted apart, then broke up, and I left heartbroken and convinced that there was no one out there who would want to be with me. I had lots of female friends, but in my mind the gulf between friendship and romantic partner was miles apart, and I honestly didn’t think of my friends that way. On top of that, I was horny as hell, surrounded by beautiful people (everyone is beautiful in their 20s), and had never had any kind of sex outside of a ‘relationship’. I was clueless and oblivious, but the truth was that I was a good looking guy and I could make women laugh. Several times after a party, friends would ask me why I didn’t make a move on a girl who had been all over me, and the reason was that it didn’t occur to me that they were interested. This was usually followed by me wanting to punch myself in the balls for being such an idiot. I guess I was waiting for a girl to grab me by the dick to get the message across.

Melissa was a good friend of mine. We had gotten to know each other through campus clubs, and hung out a lot at the campus bar with friends or on our own. After my breakup, we spent more time together, but only as friends… I thought. One night we were walking around town, doing whatever dumb errands we had to do, and ended up stopping at the supermarket by her house to pick up some groceries. We were chatting, and I had been thinking for a while that maybe she might be interested, and whether or not I should make a move. However, on top of being an idiot, I was also very concerned about politics in the way that only a university student in their 20s can be. I said something about something, she said something about something else, and I had that sinking feeling that we would never see eye to eye about anything and how could I have thought I might be interested in her and other post-adolescent anxieties that put all thoughts of romance out of my head. She asked me to help bring the groceries back to her place, and of course I wanted to help my friend. We kept chatting about safer topics, and eventually got up to her apartment. After I helped her get stuff put away, I got ready to leave.

“I guess I should get going”

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay?”

Take the hint…

“No, I’m pretty tired”

“Why not stay here, I know it’s a long way back to your place”

Take the hint…

“Nah, I don’t want to get in your way”

“It’s okay, my roommate is out of town, it’s fine”

Take the hint!

“No, I should get home”

“It really is okay, please”

TAKE THE HINT YOU GODDAMN MORON!!!

I said I really should go, it’s not too far, it’s okay, and whatever mumbling apologies and excuses I had. As I was getting ready to go, she said “Just hold on one sec”, and went to her room. I stood there in her front room, just waiting to go home to bed like an idiot. I think I was staring at the shoes on the floor thinking about nothing when she came back into the hallway.

Maybe I should have mentioned earlier, but she was gorgeous. Not a classic beauty, or your standard bikini babe, but she was beautiful and sexy in her own way. She had long dark hair, alabaster pale skin, dark eyes, and soft round face like a porcelain doll. She was a little shorter than me, thin without being skinny, and wore loose fitting clothes that added a flowing grace to how she moved. Though she was lean, she was very proud of her enormous breasts, which were at least an F, which she liked to flaunt by wearing button up shirts with the top two or more buttons undone. Sitting across from her at a pub was an exercise in self restraint so you didn’t spend the whole night just staring down her shirt (though I still would as much as I could get away with). This is how she looked most of time.

However, when she came back into the hallway, she didn’t have a stitch on.

She stared straight into my eyes when she walked toward me. Some of her hair was down over her breasts, and the way she walked was somewhere between a hip swaying strut and a panther hunting. I was paralyzed and speechless, I was just staring at her with my mouth open. She brushed one side of her hair away exposing her massive breast, firmer than I had thought but with the larger areola you expect from tits that size. In three or four steps, she wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me, deeply probing my mouth with her tongue. My hands went around her back, and I could feel her warm smooth skin.

“You’re not going anywhere”

Even I wasn’t stupid enough to not get the hint.

She pulled me into her room without breaking away from my mouth. Her room was the kind of small cramped room you expect from a student, filled with clothes, books, a computer on a small desk, posters, and a small bedside lamp she had left on. I closed the door behind me, and continued making out with her. She rand her hands through my hair, and I raised my hand up to her soft breast. I squeezed her breast and felt her nipple harden in my hand, and she let out a soft moan as our tongues intertwined. My other hand grabbed her soft but firm ass and pressed her against me, and I could feel her warmth as she grinded herself against my now throbbing erection. She reached her hand down to my crotch and squeezed, and tilted her head back while I kissed and licked her neck. She started undoing my belt, I started undoing my shirt. She sat down on the edge of her bed, giving me an incredible view of her breasts as she unzipped my pants, reaching in to pull my cock out. She gave a quick moan under her breath (always great for a guy’s self esteem) before looking up at me and running her tongue from the bottom of my shaft up to the head. I leaned down and kissed her again, letting my dripping cock glide along her neck and chest. She lowered her head and started going down on me in earnest. I felt her lips engulf me as her hand stroked my balls and the base of my shaft. While her head bobbed back and forth, I ran my hands over through her hair and reached down to hold her breasts. She would suck me for a while, and then pull my cock out of her mouth to kiss and lick the length of my shaft. I can still see so clearly in my mind the look in her face and her devilish smile while her tongue went from under my balls up to my head before plunging back down taking me fully into her mouth.

After a few minutes of this there was the usual awkward moment of getting socks and underwear off while trying to not trip over your own feet, but then we sank onto her bed with me on top of her. We made out so deeply it was like we were dying of thirst, while my still slippery cock pressed against her belly and the small strip of pubic hair she had. I moved slowly downwards, kissing and licking her neck before going down to her breasts. I took one nipple in my mouth and played with it while I squeezed her other breast, playing with her nipple as well. She moaned arched her neck back while I kissed lower, down to her belly, then lower and lower until my head was between her legs. I let her feel my breath on her wet slit before I licked up the inner portion of her thigh just to tease her, before kissing her clit an pressing into her with my tongue. She let out a little gasp as my tongue found her clit, moving slowly up then pressing in side to side. I slid my arm under her leg and pushed my middle finger inside her, then up into her g-spot. She moaned and arched her back, her eyes closed and her breasts falling to one side. I continued like this for a while, running my hands up and down her body, feeling her breasts and playing with her nipples, then tracing my fingers down her ribs and belly before reaching around to squeeze her ass as she thrusted her hips into my face. Her moaning and breathing got more intense, and I brought my knees up under me to I could push into her more. She grabbed the back of my head and pushed harder into me while my fingers pushed in and out of her, fucking her hard with my hand. She started breathing and moaning hard, then let out a loud squealing groan as she started to cum. I wrapped my arm under and around her thigh so I could hold her close while I pushed her over the edge. Her eyes were held closed so tight and she let short gasping screams, one after another. trying to hold them in but failing. I slowed down and kissed her drenched pussy gently sending shivers through her body until she collapsed into the bed. I crept back up her, kissing her sweat covered body as I went until I reached her mouth. We made out more while she caught her breath. Her wetness was all over my face but she didn’t care.

After a moment, I rolled onto my side, and she came up on top of me. As we kissed, she started working her way down just as I did, kissing my chest, then side, then just below my stomach before reaching down to take my cock back into her mouth. I was still fully hard, and she went down on me again, but taking her time now. I brushed her hair aside so I could see her lips as they slid up and down my shaft, and see her breasts as they pressed against my legs. I tried to reach her breasts again, but it was a bit awkward so I just ran my fingers through the hair on the back of her head. She looked up at me while she sucked me, and then moved up just a bit on the bed. She took hold of my cock and placed it between her breasts, squeezing them together and moving them up and down.

“How long have you wanted to do this?” she said

“A long time…”

“I could tell”

“You feel so good”

“So do you”

The last time I had said anything I was trying to make excuses to leave so I could go home. I’ve never been happier to have my plans fall apart.

She crawled up further and straddled, then took my cock in her hand to guide me inside her. She was soaking wet, and had just been sucking me, so it didn’t take much for me to slide into her. As she road me she was grinding against my pelvis hard. I felt like the base of my cock was getting bent but I didn’t care. She started leaning down with her hands on the bed, pushing into me with each movement of her hips. Her huge tits swung down in my face, and I grabbed them so I could keep sucking her nipples one by one. After a while she sat up, still riding me, so my hands could run up and down her while she reached down to play with her clit.

After a while I turned her over onto her back. Got into a better position, on my knees with my hands beside her holding me up while I pounded into her. There was now talking, no making out, just me fucking her as hard as I could. She was rubbing her clit, and I just held onto her hips and fucked. Her breathing increased and I could tell she was about to cum, so I reached a hand down and squeezed one of her nipples hard. That pushed her over the edge, and face scrunched up and she let out something between a scream and a gasp, then was convulsing all over while she came. Watching her cum was enough to push me over the edge, so after a few seconds I pulled out and came all over her belly. I came hard enough that some of it made it as far as her neck and tits, which was a bit of a surprise. I collapsed beside her on the bed, covered in sweat, and we just lay there breathing for a while.

Once we caught our breath she got up and cleaned up. We lay together on the bed, just chatting and joking around like we normally would. After a while we started making out again, then I started playing with her clit and sucking on her nipples. It didn’t take long before I was fucking her from behind while she played with her clit. After she came again, I lay down and she finished me off with her mouth. After that we just lay together playing with each other from time to time before we fell asleep. In the morning, we got up, had breakfast, and went about our days.

We kept hanging out as friends, but it never became a relationship. After university, we went our separate ways but kept touch. I still think about her from time to time, and I’m forever grateful to her for teaching me that sometimes there’s more to look for in a woman’s words when she wants to just hang out.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/crqxip/staying_over_at_a_friends_place_mf