Erotic Fiction, Cheating, Surviving

My best friend’s guy — and me

We moaned quietly… The soft snores from the other side of the room reminding us that we had company.

Nat and I had known each other on and off for most of our lives. At primary school, he was the strange boy with the stammer. I was the scrawny girl who played on the street. We’d look at each other and nod, recognising that the afflictions were not our fault, but rather a result of our home life.

We went to different senior schools and then one day shortly after starting college, my best friend asked me to double-date. She had a new boyfriend. I’d been going steady for about a year, so was pleased she’d finally hooked up with a guy.

When Jim and I arrived at the pub and Jill introduced her guy, I couldn’t believe my eyes. There was Nat. He’d certainly changed — now he was a confident, attractive young man.

He looked me up and down, “Wow Chrissie, you’ve filled out a bit since I last saw you.” We laughed and explained to Jill and Jim our past connection.

That evening, we kept glancing at each other with longing in our eyes, and I think we both knew it was inevitable this thirst would eventually need to be quenched.

It turned out that Jim and Nat shared a love for football, so double dating became a regular event. Parties, restaurants, movies, and just hooking up in general. We got on so well…

But all the while, I was in waiting.

One day, the four of us had been hanging out at Nat’s house. Watching an old video and chatting. After, everyone crashed out in the living room — cushions and sleeping bags on the floor, very student like. His place was small and so couldn’t even fit two people in the bedroom.

As usual, Jim and Jill were asleep within minutes of settling down. And Nat and I chatted over their heavy breathing and occasional snores.

Eventually we moved to the sofa by the window so our voices wouldn’t wake them, and it was obvious we both wanted to talk about the topic of the movie. It had been an emotional plot focused on dysfunctional family life. We related to some of the scenes. Words flowed from each of us regarding personal life events which had been thrown our way and caused us to be the awkward, solitary kids we once knew.

While talking, tears fell. Sobs were stifled.

We held on tightly to each other, eyes locked, mouths only inches apart.

We had grown and defied our backgrounds. Survived.

And now, obviously overwhelmed by our disclosures having — expressed secrets we may not have yet told anyone else — we clung together.

Personally, I felt exorcised by our interaction and had a strong urge to give myself to him in return for what we had shared.

Compelled, I pulled back from the embrace and kissed him full and long.

Deep and lustful. Tasting the salt of our mingled tears.

Immediately his hands held on to the bottom of my nightshirt, and in one swift movement he pulled it over my head. I was naked apart from my panties. Wasting no time, I snaked a hand into the fly of his pyjama bottoms and pulled out his cock. For a moment, I stroked its length and gently jerked the skin back and forth a few times before leaning down and taking him into my mouth. Savouring the flavour, impressed by the size.

I stopped and looked up questioningly at Nat’s face, lit up by the moonlight peeping in through the window behind us. He didn’t say a word, just nodded, the urgency between us electric.

Deftly I moved on to his lap facing him, knees either side of his thighs, a hand on his shoulder while the other shifted my gusset so he could take me, have me, absolve me.

He aimed the tip before stabbing into my sodden core. Filling and stretching while he grabbed at my breasts — teasing the nipples with his fingertips — and biting into my neck.

The act was primal and vital.

At first, I bounced up and down slowly, so with each motion, his gland grazed my bud. But when Nat took hold of my hips and roughly ground into me, I fastened my pace, shook my hair back and met his demands, my tits bouncing enthusiastically as I rode towards my climax.

Glancing at Nat’s face, I could tell he was just a few pumps from peaking. Finally, with one mighty thrust, my sex clasped his length, and we both shuddered before becoming still, moaning quietly, being reminded that we had company by the soft snores from the other side of the room.

We remained still, me sitting on Nat’s lap, head on his shoulder as he caressed my back and our breathing slowed. Then I retreated to the bathroom to clean up.

When I returned, he was already snuggled up next to Jill among the cushions.

I didn’t feel guilty — we’d had shared experiences which led to a physical need. It seemed like we’d fucked the past into oblivion.

That night, we deserved each other.

The strange thing was we never spoke about what had happened between us or confessed to our partners. However, the pair of us stayed friends for many years, even after we moved on from Jim and Jill, but never fucked each other again…

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Written for the Small Town prompt. Read the Tantalizing Guidelines…