This is the continuing story of my time with Beth. If you didn’t read the previous account, here is [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xivyvk/my_nerdy_fwb_what_happened_afterward/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf).
After getting walked in on by Laura and the guy she was with, Beth and I had a good laugh about it. We got dressed to rejoin the party. “Did you see the look on her face?” Beth said.
“Uhhh…sort of,” I joked. “I was distracted at the time.”
“And who was that guy?” she said.
“I saw him earlier. I think he’s Matt’s friend, that Engineering major.”
“Pffft…Engineers!” Beth and I said at the same time. We laughed, because every Chemist knows that Engineers only THINK they’re smart.
Beth stood by her mirror, running her hands through her hair. I just stared at her. My beer buzz was wearing off, but I was still buzzing from the amazing sex. She saw me in the mirror and turned around. I grinned. “What?” Beth said, puzzled. I said nothing, just smiled wryly. She walked unevenly over to me, clearly still feeling her beer buzz. She stood against me, looking up at me. “What’s that smile for, dork?”
I looked straight into her eyes. “What just happened?” After all, we started the evening as flirtatious friends, and now everything had changed.
Beth smiled back at me. “I don’t know what happened,” she said. “But I’m glad it did,” she said with a quick kiss. “Let’s get back out there.” We went back out into the living room, with the party still going. The music was playing. Everyone was talking and laughing. Some people were playing a drinking game. No one even noticed us walk back into the room, and Laura and that guy were nowhere in sight. I went to the kitchen to get another round of drinks. Our friend Matt was there, so I asked him about his Engineer friend, and je confirmed. “Oh yeah, that’s Steven,” Matt said. “I know him from high school. I haven’t seen him for a bit though, and he’s my ride home. Did you see where he went?”
I said, “Don’t worry about him, I think he’s doing just fine”
“Seriously?” Matt said. He knew what I was meant. “Who with?”
“Laura, I think.”
“Damn, that didn’t take long,” Matt said. “All he talked about on the way over here was getting laid. He kind of being a douche about it.” I shrugged. I told Matt I’d catch up with him later, grabbed two cups of beer from the keg and turned around to find Beth. She was across the room, doing tequila shots and playing quarters with some people I didn’t know. I stared at her once again, replaying our escapade in my mind, still amazed by it all.
I was jolted out of my post-sex trance when some guy stumbled and bumped into me, hard. Two full cups of shitty beer splashed square onto me. “Fuck.” I said, as the drunk stumbler apologized. I had beer all over me and my shirt was soaked. My friend Brian came over. “Nice, dude.” He said. “You’re gonna smell great later.” I just rolled my eyes. “I’m fucking soaked,” I said. Brian laughed. “Come on dude, you can borrow a clean shirt.” Brian lived in the next building over. We went to his apartment and got a t-shirt for me, grabbed a beer and talked for a while, then went back to the party.
Brian and I had been gone for about 45 minutes, and I wanted to find Beth. I didn’t see her in the kitchen, nor with any of our friends. She wasn’t playing quarters anymore, and she wasn’t out on the patio. I walked over to her bedroom. The door was closed. The worst kind of doubt creeped into my testosterone-soaked brain. I wondered if she was with another guy already, and right away I hated myself for thinking that. I thought we just found something special, but I don’t own her, she can do what she wants. I’m jealous already, but I don’t have any right to be, I thought she liked me, but we’re just friends so why should I care… and I said out loud, “Jesus, get a fucking grip!” I knocked lightly on her bedroom door. There was no answer and no sound from inside. I knocked again and heard nothing. I took a deep breath, unsure if I was going to regret this, and I turned the knob to push open the door.
There was Beth’s, lying on her bed under the blanket that was covering our naked bodies just a while ago. She was out cold, probably the tequila. Someone had helped put her to bed and put a glass of water on the table. I stood there, watching her breathe, with her dark curls fallen across her shoulder. I walked over to her and ran my fingers through her hair. I traced the outline of her shoulder down to her wrist. Here was this friend of mine, who earlier had connected with me in a way that seemed so natural and comfortable. I smiled, gave her a kiss on her head, and quietly backed out of her room.
When I came back out to the living room, there were just a handful of party guests remaining, and Laura was there, sitting on the couch by herself watching TV. She looked up when she saw me and smiled. “Heeeeyyy, “ she said coyly.
“Hey,” I said back. I didn’t really want to hang around much longer, but Laura said, “Come keep me company,” and patted her hand on the couch. Figuring she was about to bring up what she saw earlier, I thought I’d avoid it by jump-starting a different conversation.
“I thought you were hanging out with what’s-his-face?” I asked, to put her on the conversational defensive.
Laura replied, “you mean Steven?” And she sighed. “Yeahhh…. Well, that was the plan anyway.” I looked at her with a puzzled expression, and she smirked and held her hand up, limp at the wrist. I wasn’t picking up on the visual cue. “Whiskey dick,” she said, and then laughed as I blushed. “He couldn’t get it up, then he got pissy and left.”
“That was more than I needed to know,” I said, embarrassed. “I didn’t know you two were A Thing.”
“Well, we weren’t,” Laura said. “He’s kind of a douche.”
“That’s what I’ve heard.”
“Well, despite his douchebaggery, it was just spontaneous – I was horny, he was horny, you know. Just like you and Beth, apparently!”
And there it was, the unavoidable awkward conversation. I must have turned five shades of red. “Don’t be embarrassed,” Laura said with a grin. “It was really hot.”
No one had ever used the word “hot” in reference to me before. That gave me a shot of confidence. “Well, it just sort of happened,” I said. “Spontaneous. Horny. Just like you said.”
“It might not have been as spontaneous as you think,” Laura hinted. “Beth told me she was interested in you.”
Another shot of confidence. “Really?” I asked. “What else did she tell you?”
And Laura leaned over, a sly grin on her face. “Well…” She reached her hand over to the inside of my knee, and she slid it up my thigh. She lowered her voice, “Beth said something about a large diameter.” She slid her hand up further. “From what I saw, she was right.” And she continued up to my now bulging crotch. “Wow,” she said. “And now I can confirm!” She rubbed my dick as I went fully hard right away, and then she squeezed my balls. “I guess I chose the wrong hookup tonight,” she whispered into my ear. Laura grabbed my hand and placed it right between her legs. She interlaced her fingers in mine and together we massaged her pussy while she continued to rub my throbbing dick through my jeans. My mind was swirling. Here was another hot girl making me feel like an absolute stud. She moved her head to face me and gave me a deep kiss, working her tongue around mine, eyes closed, while we continued to rub her pussy together and she continued to stroke my dick. She let out a soft moan. A soft moan just like Beth’s, and my mind jumped. I pictured Beth and how much we connected earlier that evening. Just then, someone in the room cheered. “Woooo! Get it!” And I remembered we weren’t the only ones there. I pulled back and opened my eyes, and Laura did the same. “What is it?” Laura said. And I looked past her toward Beth’s room. She understood. We sat there for a minute without saying a word. Finally, Laura smiled at me. “Let me know if you change your mind,” she said. “I’ll be interested.” And she got up and walked into the kitchen.
I decided it was time to head home. I went back to my apartment and walked inside without turning my lights on. My head was spinning. I was still buzzing from the incredible night I’d had with Beth, but I was also turned on by my brief encounter with Laura. I kicked off my shoes, peeled off my jeans, and tossed Brian’s t-shirt on the floor. I hopped in the shower, and all I could think of was these two hot girls that had made this night incredible. I washed off my chest and laughed to myself about the stale beer, sweat, and cum that was now swirling down the drain. I toweled off and went right to my bed. I pictured Beth with me and stroked my cock. In my mind, Beth’s lips were wrapped around my shaft; I could feel her tongue swirling around the head. I circled my tip with my thumb, stroked slowly and closed my eyes. Now Beth moved up to lay on top of me. I felt the weight and warmth of her body, her tits compressed on my chest, nipples hard. She kissed my neck, and I stroked harder, sliding my feet up with my heels together. She reached back and grabbed the shaft of my cock, sliding it into her wet hole, and I stroked faster. She leaned back and rode me, tits bouncing as she brought herself closer to climax. I bit my lip and used both hands now, breathing faster. In my mind, Beth was grinding on me, moaning with pleasure. She threw her head back and started to shake as she came hard. I squeezed and stroked and held my breath as I blew my load all over my chest, pumping it out in rapid succession, just as we’d done together only hours before. I opened my eyes, and the ghost of Beth disappeared.
That’s when I knew how much I wanted her.