Author: pupaintdead

I [f]ucked my straight [f]riend (part 2)

Part 1, which I’ve since deleted, was about a slow build up between my friend and I when we were both around 18. It let to us finally making out in the back of a taxi and both of us realising how much we wanted to fuck each other, despite her thinking she was straight. This is a continuation of that.

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The next time I saw Issie was as a bar. We ended up next to each other, once again, and she secretly teased me under the table the entire time. Nothing major – a hand on the thigh (though this drives me wild), her hand on my back under my top, her leg against my leg.

I got up to use the restroom at some point and she decided she needed to go too. We walked there together, and just before she walked in, she pushed me back against the wall and kissed me deeply. I heard giggling next to me and turned to see teenage boys, so we stopped there.

Temporarily. Read more »

My ‘straight’ [f] friend made out with me [f] in the back of a taxi

A few years ago, I was introduced to this girl called Issie through some mutual friends. We were both around 18. I was under the impression she was straight given she spoke about a guy some of the night, but I did notice her giving me sneaking little glances and holding eye contact for a little too long throughout the evening. The group of friends I was with knew I was bisexual and it was openly spoken about, so she was well aware of my status. I definitely thought she was attractive, and due to her extensive sports involvement, her body was close to perfection.

Do you remember those hookah/shisha bars? That’s where we were. It was pretty poorly lit, with a bunch of cushions scattered on the floor, and all of us circled around a huge pipe to share. Not COVID safe. One common ‘game’ was to pass smoke around in a circle, by blowing it into each other’s mouths, and seeing how far around the circle it could go. I don’t know, reckless teenage hormones. Read more »

I [f] touched myself to the thought of my friend [m] masturbating

I (f) touched myself to the thought of my friend (m) masturbating

We flirted for a bit through text and i knew he was about to jerk off. I imagined him sitting back on his chair, his hard cock pulsing, him gripping it, him thinking about me, him cumming to the thought of me all over his stomach, knowing we could never fuck in real life. I touched myself and found myself soaking wet. It didn’t take me much to bring me to the edge. I was halfway there before even touching my clit. I had a mind blowing orgasm thinking about him cumming at the same time as me… and I still think about it often.