My Best Friend Part 11 (fiction, plot, love, cons, friends)

We arrived at Jeanette’s sister’s house. There is at least seven cars parked along the road that Jeanette’s sister’s house is on. At least I know we aren’t the only ones there already or the first ones there.

I parked my car behind a pickup truck. All of us got out of my car and we walked our way to the house.

We arrived at the door and knocked. I wanted to say something like I wasn’t sure we should be here. Is there alcohol? Is there going to be drugs at this party? I guess I was just being paranoid. Before I could say anything the door opened and we were greeted by Jeanette.

“Oh hey you guys. I’m glad you could make it.”

Jeanette opened the way and allowed us into the party.

We walked in and I saw some people just hanging around the house drinking from cups. The music in the house was moderate. It wasn’t too loud to where I couldn’t hear a damn thing. Nor was it too quiet to where I was able to hear someone’s stomach grum- ble.

[MF] A very hot second encounter with an old friend

Read my first post for context here:

[MF] A fun run in with an old friend from gonewildstories

Over the next week or so, following our hookup, I obsessed over Hayley. I jerked off to her instagram a lot, now having the memories of being with her to help. God, she was so hot. I really, really wanted to sleep with her again but had no idea if she felt the same way. I agonized over whether or not I should message her and eventually built up the courage to do so.

I sent her a casual “hey how are you” type message. She sent a mellow response. I tried to keep up a conversation but she seemed disinterested. She was nice and polite but made no effort to further the chat. All good. I get it. Message received.

I was pretty bummed out but not surprised. That first night with her was already too good to be true. Plus, I was happy enough with the memories of being with a girl this hot even just once. I started to move on.

[MF] Texting Game Leads To Bizarre Sex With My Best Friend’s Lesbian Sister

Let me first start off by saying this is not some bullshit, “I TURNED HER STRAIGHT!” story. I do not think my dick has special powers. No one was “turned” in this story, and Amy is actually happily married to a woman now.

So about two years ago, I was visiting my hometown for a friend’s wedding. It wasn’t a close friend, but I was invited, and I knew all my old friends would be there…so why not? Plus, free drinks, free food, awkward white people dancing, what’s not to love? I spent most of the wedding night with my best friend Nathan and his sister Amy.

I’ve known Nathan for over a decade. His sister Amy is two years older than us and basically took care of him when their mother was addicted to drugs. As the title hints, Amy is a lesbian. I’m not putting her in that category, by the way. She is very vocal about it. The type that has bumper stickers on her car announcing it. She’s got a lot of tattoos, buzz cut, and is very short. If I had to compare her to a celebrity, I’d say she’s a much (MUCH) edgier version of [Emma Watson](https://images.edexlive.com/uploads/user/imagelibrary/2020/6/11/original/gettyimages-485360238.jpg).

I had a crush on Harley since the third grade. Many years later, she challenged me by saying she could show me who’s Daddy. Animalistic sex ensued [MF]

I wrote this originally for [r/truebigdickstories](https://www.reddit.com/r/truebigdickstories/), and this story ***is*** 100% true, but that’s just a warning in case you’re someone who doesn’t enjoy reading stories by a guy who claims to have a big dick (which frankly is a decent amount of redditors). Just ignore the post and move on, because to each their own, don’t yuck my yum, yada yada ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[MF] An old friend gets out of jail

This is a true story, though the names have been changed to protect the guilty.

This story is about my friend K. K and I have been friends for years.
Before weed was legal in my state, K was my dealer. She dealt other
stuff too, which I wasn’t into, but which got her into a lot of trouble.
Specifically, she got busted and was in jail when they finally legalized
it. Tough break for her. I don’t know if she was into anything worse
than that. All I knew about was the drugs. We kept in touch with the
occasional letter, she was extremely lonely and depressed since all of her
friends slowly lost touch and dropped off. I didn’t mind writing and actually
I was pretty happy to have a friend in jail in a perverse way, since my
friends are pretty straight laced boring yuppie types. Yes, and so am I.
I didn’t mind hearing about the other girls she was dating in jail, and
the drama that ensued.

Of course after she was released on parole, I invited her over.

The Pleasure of Business: An Erotic Novel, Chapter 17 (MF) (Preparations) (Prelude to a fuck)

The next morning the boss explains a few things about the gala to Anna. It’s finally the day she has been waiting for.

He explains that it is tradition for the men and women to get ready in separate locations. Monique will come pick Anna up and take her to get ready with several of the other women attending. There they will have hair and makeup professionally done. Manicure and pedicure. Waxing.

“All those torturous things women put themselves through to pretty up for their men,” he chuckles and kisses her. “And Rod will be there to make any final alterations to your dress. I think you may have lost a few pounds here. Or more accurately had them pounded out of you.” He winks. Anna giggles and playfully slaps his arm.

While the women prepare, the men get together to play cards and smoke cigars at the tree house. They also determine their final prices.

“Prices?” Anna asks.

“Yes, at the end of the gala there is a private group that makes extra money by allowing the others to purchase time with their dates,” he says in a tone that says this is all completely normal to him.

[MF] [mast] WAS IT CHEATING – A middle-aged widower and his beautiful 24-year-old married neighbor experience a night of sexual tension. Before it explodes into something they might regret, they agree to a plan that satisfies both of them. Tell me, Dear Reader… was it cheating?

**You can view the illustrated version of WAS IT CHEATING? at** [**eroticprose.com**](https://eroticprose.com/)

This story is true, and I am writing it to solicit responses. Why? Because it poses an interesting gray area between cheating and sex. Read and judge for yourself!

Steve was a 44-year-old police officer who had lost his wife to cancer more than 2 years ago. Although he had grieved deeply during the first 6 months after his wife passed away, he had slowly accepted her death and now managed to get through his days without the deep despair and depression he had suffered. He began working overtime to stay busy and joined a gym to work out 5 nights a week. He knew this was simply displaced grief, but it worked for him. Keeping busy meant sanity.

As a cop, Steve faced the dark side of human nature every day. He dealt with drugs, shootings, domestics, traffic accidents, etc. Erin was his rock. She was his oasis. When her light passed from his world, there was only the darkness. Other cops know that there must be a buffer between you and the job. You have to shift gears when you get home and pretend that you really are doing something worthwhile.

The Promise to the pretty Manger is full filled (5)

The Promise to the pretty Manger is full filled (5)

I knew she was there and awake. She was looking at me and I am sure smiling.

“Are you going to look at me or maybe give me a kiss but be warned I have carpet breath.”

She chuckles and kisses the tip of my nose and I open my eyes. I look at her and asked

“Been up long?”

“Long enough.”Long enough for what?”

I asked.

“You will see.”

I reach out and stroke her face and smile

“Yes I will see.”

She sat up and I can smell the bacon frying and I am hungry. I roll over sit up, and stand up and head for the main room following her.

“Do I have enough time for a cold shower before breakfast?”

I can see she is wearing one my t shirt with the oversized collar hole sliding down her should. It was very 80 chic.

“Nope you do not, you will have enough time to take a hot shower. I finished about an hour ago”

[22F] How Molly made me have my first unforgettable threesome [MMF]

So this happened when I was 21 at a pretty awesome party at my friend’s house. A little back story about the party: My friend’s parents had gone out of town so she decided to throw a party to all her friends. It was a party filled with a lot of drinking, dancing and of course drugs.

The party had started out pretty nicely with quite a lot of drinking and dancing. I myself had quite a few to drink before my friends came asking me if I was down to try some Molly. For those who don’t know what Molly is, well is Ecstasy. Now this was not my first time trying Molly so when I was asked whether I wanted to try some I yelled: ***”Of course you bitches”.***

Now for those who haven’t done Molly, word of advice don’t do Molly and continue drinking. So I was pretty much drunk and had just had ecstasy when I noticed a pretty hot guy near the kitchen area. Being high on pleasure I decided to check him out more closely so I went to grab another beer from the kitchen table while checking him out.

Drugging and raping Charlotte [lesbian, drugging, sleepy, half conscious, submissive, rape, gang rape, insertion, impregnation, cum]

nisa grinned evilly as the beautiful charlotte ate the first spoonful of her soup, not knowing that as she’d turned to speak to another researcher nisa had dumped the little white pill into the steaming hot miso.

the two women were currently in the field kitchen. charlotte was technically nisa’s boss, but nisa was hoping that after tonight that would change. hopefully charlotte would be fired and nisa promoted to replace her. her heart thumped in her chest as the short-haired brown girl pretended to nod and laugh at everything charlotte was saying. was it her imagination or were the white girl’s beautiful green eyes starting to dilate?

‘I just think you should be a model or something instead of doing fieldwork like the rest of us.’ nisa said, reaching out to run charlotte’s dark blonde hair through her fingers. charlotte giggled in a way that she usually never did, her small breasts jiggling under the polo shirt she’d worn to dinner.

‘no, you’re so beautiful though,’ charlotte replied, her voice slurring a little as she reached out to stroke nisa’s cheekbones. ‘your eyes are so warm and chocolate…’