Helping [M]y [F]riend in the kitchen turns into a relationship.

Me and a group of friends pretty regularly had a hangout night on Friday’s or Saturdays. Someone would volunteer their place and either cook or order pizza and we would have a good time. Movies, video-games, board and card games. Everyone would bring a drink of choice to share and we’d find somewhere to sleep it off and leave the next day.

Well, Lizzy volunteered her place that weekend and wanted to cook. We all arrive and start hanging out. When it comes time for her to cook, I offer to help while everyone else plays. If memory serves it was Munchkin.

Lizzy and me had always gotten along reqlly well but never been overly flirty. But that night we were joking and flirting the entire time we cooked and rough house playfully when it was safe.

Well at one point she jumps on me to keep me from taking something out. My hands immediately grab her ass out of reflex to hold her and she moaned a little and smirked.

“Ooh. So that’s why you wanted to be alone in the closed kitchen with me, pervert.” She teased.

My House, My Rules [MFF]

Personae: Me. My gf, Ashley. Her friend, Rebecca. Rebecca’s husband, Asshat.

So Rebecca invited us to a small house party her and her husband were throwing. I had never really met them before but it sounded fun.

Off the bat, Asshat get’s on my nerves. He’s cocky and condescending to everybody, acting like big man in his own house. Normally, I agree. Your house, your rules. But he was a whole different kind of creature.

Through various parts of the night, and the more he drank, he would try to humiliate his wife, and grab-ass other women at the party like it was a fun game for everyone. No one else was playing.

Rebecca, on the other hand, was great. She was cute, funny, and her, Ashley and I had a lot of common interests that made for easy conversation while we played pool, sat and drank, or helped Rebecca out in the kitchen. Noticing Rebecca didn’t talk much to her husband throughout. Can anyone blame her? Everyone else at the party was pretty laid-back as well. And everyone just kind of ignored Asshat’s screwed shennanigans.

[M]y first date with my ex’s Mother [F]

Hey, thanks for all the feedback on the last story with my ex and her mom. There has been some requests to delve further into how that dynamic ended up working out so I’ll work on sharing.

For ease of writing and reading we’ll call my ex Ashley and her mother Rachel.

Ashley ended up spending the first part of the week after we left her mother’s house with me. When we weren’t at work we were spending time together.

Throughout this time period Rachel was texting me and we were getting to know each other better. Some of the messages were platonic about our mutual interests and views. Most were exploring our new dynamic as lovers and sexual partners.

She had just as many conflictions as I did about doing this behind Ashley’s back, but it came up less and less.

More and more we focused on some fun fantasies and devolved into sexting and picture swapping. A lot of this happened while Ashley wasn’t with me, but several times I’d be sitting with Ashley and get a pic of Rachel playing with herself teasing me that she knew I couldn’t play right then.

[M]aking my girl[F]riend’s eyes roll and having coffee with her Mother the next Morning.

My ex had a pretty odd family. Over the couple of years we dated they provided me some odd, funny, and uncomfortable memories. But they also provided some interesting ones as well.

We had been dating a while at this point and she decided to ask me to meet her mother one weekend. She had already met some of my family when they threw me a belated, surprise 21st birthday and that was wild. How bad could it be? I agreed and we drove up the two and a half hours to spend the weekend with her mom and step-father.

By this point we weren’t living together but we had started spending night’s at each other’s house pretty regularly. She warned me that they could be a bit more conservative and didn’t believe in unmarried people sharing a room. They also ran their house as a BnB but they didn’t have any guests this weekend. I pondered briefly how they managed those views and a BnB but kept it to myself.

[M]y girlfriend [F] Needed a quickie.

It had not been long since I got home from my night shift. I was on the couch reading and got a knock on the door.
When I answered I found my girlfriend standing there. It was a surprise. It had been about 2 weeks since we had last seen each other. Working opposite shifts had made it hard to meet up and I was pretty sure she was supposed to be at work soon.

“Hey gorgeous. I’ve missed you. But what’s up?”

“Hey. I needed some help this morning. I’ve got to teach a class at the station later today and I can’t focus.”

We walked into the living room as she talked. Now we had been dating for several months at this point. Our schedules had only recently starting to conflict and this had been the longest period of time we hadn’t seen each other. I had an intuition about what was going on.

I slipped an arm around her and drew her in for a kiss. I let her set the intensity of the kiss as a test for my theory. Her kiss was deep, passionate, and hungry. Breaking away, I locked eyes with her.

Hooking up with [M]y manager [F]

I started working at the pizza shop fresh out of high school. In the year that I had been there I was cross-trained on everything but management. It was a small place near a college. While school was in weekends were crazy but summers were pretty laid back.

The store manager was an easy going woman around thirty. About 5’3, curvy, glasses, long brunette hair, and green eyes that almost seemed unnatural how brightly colored they were. She also had a temper I found hilarious when drunk college kids acted up in the store.

Liz was constantly working on projects like signs and decorations for the store when she had down time and quickly realized I was good with my hands. It wasn’t unusual for her to have me help build something or make small carpentry repairs around the store.

One day over the summer we were the only two working. Five hours in and we hadn’t had a single order. We were joking around and hanging out when she asked if I would help her get some decorations from her house a couple of blocks down. I agreed. She put up the closed early sign, switched the voicemail on the phone and locked up while I shut the ovens down and put the cold line up and I gave her a ride to her house.

[M]y bi [F]riend and her GF join my best Friend[M] and me on a weekend hiking Trio. [Group]

Edit: Trip. Not Trio. My apologies.

A friend of mine, Ashley, was telling me about how her and her gf wanted to open things up. Maybe add a man to their sexlife. So I had an idea. Why not two? My best friend and I had planned to go to the mountains to hike that weekend. Why don’t they join? Ashley agreed and soon her girlfriend Lauren agreed. I booked a two bedroom cabin. I talked back and forth with Ashley the rest of the week and ended up going on a date with her Wedneaday night. No sex, but damn was she a good kisser.

Friday arrives. Travis and me pick them up in my truck. They sat in the back to make Lauren more comfortable, Travis and me up front.

We all got along great from the start. Flirting, joking. Lauren was more reserved like me, but Travis and Ashley were very outgoing flirts.

The fun part: Lauren knew Ashely had been on a date with one of us. But not who. She assumed that ,with their current chemistry, it was Travis. So I started talking to her one on one when we started hiking.

[M]y coworker[F] caught her bf cheating and spent the weekend with me before leaving him. Part 5

We started on the trips to her place. I helped her quickly pack and load all of her things. It took a few trips, but we got everything. Luckily she told me none of the furniture was hers, he already had it when she moved in. But packing her clothes was fun. She tried on a few things for me, including a pair of big, black boots and leather jacket with nothing else on. I couldn’t control myself. I pounded her on the bed they had slept in until it was soaked and the room smelled of sex.

She slipped on a pair of black jeans and wore that the rest of the time we were moving.

We talked a lot about how she had been feeling about what he did, what she planned to do, and how she felt about our plan. I listened and questioned, and offered my view point. And we fucked again in the living room. It was angry sex. She was purely venting her anger on me with her body, knowing I could take it and ride it out. We both ended up with marks and bruises. My back was shredded from her nails and she had several sets of teeth marks and handprints.

[M]y coworker[F] caught her bf cheating and spent the weekend with me before leaving him. Part 4

As we left the parking lot, Eve kept shifting in her seat. The plug was a new sensation she was trying to get used to. I asked her if it was uncomfortable and she said no. Just different. A short while later at a stop light, I pulled out my phone and turned the vibrator on a low, irregular beat pulse. A little gasp and moan told me she didn’t mind. The shifting slowly grew more restless. Her hand drifted over to rub me through my jeans. A silent plea to turn up the power. I was rock hard, and we arrived at the park. It was a popular running spot and even had a small natural rock climbing wall down one of the trails, and one skirted the edge of a lake for a ways. I turned the vibrator off and we got out with a quiet growl of frustration from Eve.

We walked the trails and talked, enjoying our easy friendship. Several times we stopped to make out, often with the vibrator driving Eve insane. The wet spot could be seen in her short. A couple of times we saw guys staring and I would grip her ass, hooking the bottom edge of her shorts and revealing even more. She groaned in pleasure each time. She was really enjoying showing off.

[M]y coworker[F] caught her bf cheating and spent the weekend with me before leaving him. Part 3

When I woke up we were sprawled across the bed, our legs tangled together. I managed to free myself and slip out of bed. I took a second to enjoy the view. Her hair a disheveled mess, her breasts swelling with each slow breath, legs stretched out giving me a clear view of her. She must have been having good dreams because she was smiling slightly and her pussy was wet. I licked my lips at that, thinking about breakfast in bed.

I left her there while I started a pot of coffee and pulled out some things to work on breakfast. When everything not cold was set-up, I went back to the bedroom and looked around for a minute to find what I needed and set it aside. I took some rope I had pulled and prepared the knots I needed and attached it to the headboard.