[MF] Maybe it pays to be the patient nice guy after all? Part 2 – Our First Sexual Experience

Hello everyone! For all of you looking for Part 2, to the story of my best friend Emily and I, here it is! I promise in this one there is a bit more excitement than the last. As before, feel free to leave suggestions and feedback below, and for anyone who is new to the story you can check out Part 1 of the story [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qu078p/mf_maybe_it_pays_to_be_the_patient_nice_guy_after/). Other than that, enjoy the read and don’t worry, this far from the end of the story between Emily and I. There are still plenty of stories to tell.

I stumble in behind her, as my length starts to harden in my shorts, at the thought of seeing any part of her naked. She playfully pushes me onto the bed and runs over to shut the door before locking it as she turns back to me with a seductive smile on her face.

“Okay…um…you lay here, and I will lay on the other side” she said approaching the far side of the bed and crawling up to lay down on it.

[MF] Maybe it pays to be the patient nice guy after all? Part 1

Hello everyone! This is my first post. I am a longtime lurker on the subreddit though so I have been around for a while. I finally had some free time and decided to take the opportunity to try out writing something myself. This story is partly based on real life and partly based on fantasies with in my mind, feel free to guess which is which in the comments below. The story has a very slow build so sorry if that’s not really your thing, but I want to have plenty of character development here as well. And of course, feel free to give me feedback as I work on part 2 of this story. I have some ideas already for where I want these character’s to go moving forward, but I want to hear yours as well.

She was perfect. She had beautiful blonde hair that came about halfway down her back. She had deep, vibrant blues eyes, that you could stare into for days as you had a conversation with her, and she had the body of a dancer. She was everything I always wanted, and everything I couldn’t have. I suppose I am getting a little ahead of myself, aren’t I? Why don’t I start at the beginning?