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My friend’s sister never used to act like she liked me… [F23 / F26] [tickling] [fondling] [handjob]

It’s early morning, and I’m over at Bethany’s house, laying on her bed in my pajamas, playing on her Nintendo. Bethany and I have been friends since freshman year of high school, which makes it eight years now. We’re probably aging out of the ‘sleepover’ territory, but seeing as we’re both jobless college grads back living with our parents, it is what it is.

“Ok, Chloe,” she starts. She’s looking at herself in the mirror, checking herself out. “I’m going to go shower and stuff. You need anything?” She’s naked, twisting her petite frame side to side. Bethany is cute, not that I’m interested. We’d kissed before — just for the spectacle, something for the benefit of the guys watching — but it had sated my curiosity, answered that question in the back of my mind, could I get with Bethany? Well, obviously, no.

“Let’s see…” I say, pausing the game, making eye contact through the reflection, “What do I need? A direction in my life? Some motivation? A sense of purpose? Hell, a proper boyfriend would be nice, too.” Read more »

Went to my friend’s house for the first time, and his mom wanted to get to know me [M19/F40s] [milf] [handjob] [milking]

I meet Martin Bricca at work, stocking shelves overnight at the grocery store, and he’s cool. We work while everyone else sleeps, a perfect job for night owls like us. We play the same music over the store PA, talking about shows we’ve both watched, games we’ve both played. He’s the same as me, a recent graduate into the world of adulthood, but still living at his family home, and with no idea what he’s doing with his life.

So a few weeks into working with him, when he asks me to come over to his house to hang out, obviously the answer is yes.

The next night, after eating dinner with my dad and brother — my breakfast — I drive over to Martin’s, a quiet suburban neighborhood, an unremarkable ranch-style house. I reach to knock on the front door, but it swings open before my knuckles land. And I gasp.

A cute girl’s standing there, thin white t-shirt and underwear and nothing else. “What do you want?”

“Gemma!” someone shouts from farther inside, “Put some clothes on! It’s Martin’s friend.” Read more »

I reconnected with an old … enemy [M18 / F19] [young love] [sex] [college]

I don’t recognize her. “Cal. I didn’t know you went here.”

I put down the cup of punch I’d been sipping and trace the sentence back to its speaker. She’s the brunette girl with her hair in a tight bun and the cute nose piercing. I’d checked her out when she arrived at this picnic, but that meant nothing, I’d done that to all the girls. And yet, there’s something else familiar about her, something I can’t place…

Then it clicks. “Alexis? Alexis Daly?”

She rolls her eyes. “What? You forgot who I am?”

It’s stupid, but I blush. “Oh my gosh, I’m sorry, I just, uh, didn’t expect to… here…” I shrug at the courtyard, the building, the university campus, the entire geographic region, so far away from where I grew up. Where we grew up.

And I don’t think she will, but she gets what I mean. “I know, it’s ok. I feel like a foreigner here, too.”

I’m leaning against a small retaining wall in the dorm courtyard, watching as the others play cornhole and croquet and the other quiet lawn games. Alexis takes a spot by my side. “Nice to see a friendly face,” she says. Read more »

When the girl I met at the wedding passed out on me, her roommate took over [M28 F20s F20s] [sex] [oral] [mutual masturbation] [handjob]

She’s got this tight little body in a tight little dress, a sexy young woman with a cute blonde pixie cut. I spot her before the ceremony, and I smile at her across the aisle. She smiles back, an impish little grin. We have to wait for the happy couple to finish their nuptials, but thankfully, it’s followed by a cocktail hour.

“Max,” I say, holding my hand out.

She flicks her eyebrows at me, tucking her chin. “Andrea.” Her hand is soft and warm in mine, and she drags her finger across my palm after we shake.

“Drink?” I suggest, snatching two flutes from a passing waiter.

“To marriage.” She holds out her glass, clinks it against mine. “May it never find me.”

I laught and I sip, but she shoots the champagne in one gulp. My eyebrows raise and I laugh again.

She asks, “How do you know the betrothed?”

“Groom’s cousin.”

“Good,” she says, “I’m on the bride’s side, which means when you fuck me we won’t be doing family.”

I manage to not spit out my drink, but I do drain the rest of it. I grab Andrea’s hand, drag her to the bar. Read more »

My boyfriend fell asleep on me, but his asshole roommate was still awake… [F25 M20s] [sex] [cheating]

It’s way late at night and the party is lame and my friends suck and I’m drunk. The guy drops me off at home, I don’t know his name but he gives me a ride so long as I let him grope me. Maybe I shouldn’t be such a whore, but it’s not like I’m cheating or anything. Plus, it turns me on, gets me all excited…

The guy takes his out from inside me and I pull my dress back together, waving goodnight. Cloudless and hot, the dark skies buzz with potency. I stumble up the stairs to my apartment and slam the door behind me, not on purpose, I’m just eager. The party was only a distraction, something to tide me over until what happens next. I’m grinning and thirsty for dick as I beeline through the apartment on a path towards Corey’s bedroom.

“Hey, baby,” I coo, slipping inside, “How was work?” He’s already sprawled over the mattress, sheet sloppy and barely covering him. I yank it off, stroke his broad back, trace his sinews. “Did you miss me?”

“Hey, Cali, baby,” he says, rolling over, “I’m fucking exhausted, it was so hot in the kitchen tonight.” Read more »

I was too shy to even ask her name [M20s / F20s] [groping] [grinding] [blowjob] [sex]

I’m a quiet guy. Shy, a wallflower. I don’t get out much, and I like it that way. But when my roommate, Jeff, throws a party at our house, a birthday party for himself, he insists I come out of my room and join the festivities, and no excuse in the land will save me.

There’s dozens of people over, chatting, laughing, dancing, having fun. Some of them I recognize, most I don’t. None of them are my friends. I grab a drink just for something to do and stand by myself, true to my calling, against the wall in the corner of the living room. I pretend to be interested in the laptop of the guy playing DJ, mentally counting down the minutes before it’s socially acceptable for me to return to the safety and comfort of my own solitude.

I glance around the room, wanting to spot Jeff, see if I can wish him a ‘happy birthday’ and be done with this. How does even know so many people? Read more »

My first time was with my friend’s mom [M18 / F40s] [milf] [bikini] [boy toy] [seduction]

There’s no way it was on purpose, no way anyone could have planned this snub, but I’m either way feeling a little left out.

Greg had been flirting with Amy for months, and we were all rooting for him, so when they were spending a little too much time alone in the corner of the pool, thinking nobody realized she was grinding her ass on his crotch, many knowing grins were exchanged when they finally sneaked off somewhere into the house.

Amy had brought her best friend, Zoe, like she always did, and after a painful thirty minutes of awkward shyness, she had sliced through it with a knife by walking right up to my buddy Jarrod and saying, “Come make out with me.” And that was the last I saw of either of them.

Dan, whose house we were at, had, in his quiet way, somehow managed to win the affections of Greg’s sister. Dina was older, in college, and only came with Greg because “she was bored” and had been quite clear she wasn’t “going to touch any of Greg’s dweeb friends.” And yet, I can still hear her and Dan’s giggling and gasping from the white bench hidden in the thick foliage of the side-yard garden. Read more »

my girlfriend and I love fucking away those lazy weekend mornings [M20s / F20s] [touching] [groping] [oral] [sex] [free use]

Saturday, he wakes up second. It’s early, she’s still in bed, laying next to him. She’s on her belly, face buried in her phone, tapping away on something. The light’s soft, gentle, as it filters in through the shade, splays out across her backside.

She’s wearing a brown top, tight and form-fitting, strings over her shoulders. It clings to her lithe frame. He strokes her back, rubs below her neck where her soft skin is bare, pets her head, her silken brown hair.

She moans softly, but makes no other response.

He works lower, rubbing between her shoulders, then tracing her spine. He loves her curves, the gentle crescent of her arched back, tapering down to her waist. His fingertips reach the bottom of the shirt, slip up under it. He rubs the small of her back beneath the taut fabric.

But this is just preamble. He scoots down the bed, and his hand follows, coming to one of his favorite parts of her. His fingertips arc up and over the round swell of her ass, made all the more prominent by her prone position on the bed. He runs circles on her lace briefs, following the twists and turns of the material as it clings to her, stretches around her ass. Read more »