That time I took my best friend’s virginity

I used to have a group of friends in school. We didn’t need to wait for graduation to drift apart – this was my part in it. I don’t regret it really. I was 18, he was 21, and there was no real reason they had to be mad that we fucked like horny teenagers because that’s what we were. This memory is bittersweet, but I have to believe there are always better times ahead.

We were spending the night at a beach front bungalow, and my friend, who we’ll cal Alex, was a little bummed. He had broken up with his girlfriend a few weeks back, and she was supposed to come along with us.

The party was for another friends birthday, and she and her boyfriend were sleeping soundly upstairs in the only room available. So everyone was downstairs, enjoying the cool summer night and chatting, smoking as we played cards. It’s by far one of my most cherished memories, one of the best times I’ve had with people I still love.

Alex was moody – I wanted to chalk it up to him losing our last round, but it was more than that. My suspicions were confirmed when he abruptly stood up and announced he wanted to take a little walk.

“I’ll go with you,” I said. He looked at me, surprised and a little uncomfortable.

“Are you sure? You don’t have to, I just wanted to -“ I cut him off.

“It’s fine, let’s go. I could use a break from these cunts anyway,” I laughed as I stuck my tongue out at my friends.

Alex was probably a little uncomfortable on account of the fact that we always had a little heat between us, even when he was attached. I remember sitting in the library, with two more friends across us as he surreptitiously sneaked his hand into my shirt to flick my hard little nipples while I pretended to take a nap. We would talk on Skype late into the night, where I would wear skimpy lingerie as “pyjamas”, my soft full tits spilling out of them. Or maybe I’d drop something and have to pick it up, my firm, big ass filling out my lace underwear when I bent to pick it up. I knew he was packing heat as a result of those sessions.

We chatted, inane words that didn’t mean much looking back. A part of me wanted to fuck him now that he was single. He was an attractive man – funny, sweet and protective of every girl in our group. He once offered to beat up a police officer who had ghosted on me after a few dates. But a bigger part of me just wanted to know if my friend really was as okay as he had pretended to be.

We sat close together on two chairs near the open air reception area before I realised my chair was broken.

“Can I share your seat?” That was enough to kick it off really. Squeezed in that big arm chair together, our faces so close.

We kissed, for the first time. I can honestly say it’s one of the few times I enjoyed making out. Because there was heat there. Passion. A build up of wanting to fuck each other’s brains out.

Shortly after, I led him to the bathroom, a large space for people to change after Swimming and take a shower. It was already 11 at night, so we locked the door behind us and hoped for the best.

I got down, kneeling on the ground, and took his cock in my mouth. He groaned as I sucked, bobbing my head up and down.

“Just this, ok?” He groaned, and I nodded. If this was all I was gonna get, I was gonna take it. I wasn’t gonna push and lose this, because it felt amazing. His cock was thick and so hard between my lips as I continued sucking and I’d been wanting to suck his cock for the last year.

“Fuck it feels good, god, fuck,” he panted, beginning to thrust his cock into my mouth a little. Not a full on face fucking, but enough to make me a gag just a little.

“Can I film you do it?” He asked, and I paused, taking my mouth off his hard cock with a wet pop.

“Fuck no.” I said, frowning. Slut rule one : Don’t have people walking around with evidence that you’re a slut.

“Come on, we can film it on your phone and you can keep it. Just show it to me.” he begged, and I looked at his hard cock wet with my saliva. I nodded my head in affirmation, and quickly fished my phone out of my shorts, passing it to him.

I continued on my mission to suck the soul out of his dick, looking up into the camera as he filmed me. I took his cock deep into my throat, trying not to gag on him, before i continued with the steadily sucking his cock, lips wrapped tightly around him as I ran my tongue up the vein on the underside of his dick.

He tapped my phone, stopping the recording, pushing his hips away from me so his cock slipped out of my eager, slutty mouth.

“Oh god, oh fuck, get up. Get up.” He said, still breathing heavy.

“Take your fucking shorts off.”

So I did, but apparently not fast enough for his liking because he yanked them down. He got between my legs and began licking my cunt, already wet from sucking his dick earlier. Before I could even check in to make sure he wasn’t going to regret his decision, he was sucking and licking on my pussy. For his first time, it was pretty decent. Let’s face it – even clumsy, inexperienced mouths can make a pussy feel pretty good, especially when the tongue in question is eager to please, flattening out against my clit and flicking it like he was eating a lollipop.

I was moaning, when that delicious sensation of a tongue on my hot little pussy was gone.

“Shh,” he said. I pricked my ears, and heard our friends walk by, their voices moving by in a cluster of chatter and laughter. We giggled. as he pressed a quick kiss to my lips.

“I wanna fuck you,” he said. I frowned – the last thing I wanted to do was be a mistake he’d regret.

“No, really, I want to have sex. I want it to be with you.” he insisted.

“Okay, if you’re sure.” It sounded more like a warning than an agreement.

I was bent over the sink in the little bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror. I felt him fumble a little, unsure of where exactly he could find my hot pussy to slide into.

“A little further up.” I said, presenting my ass to him. I felt his cock slide up, rubbing against my clit and finally pushing his cock into me. I was so wet, and had wanted this for so long. Alex slowly thrusted into me, biting his lips as he looked at me in the mirror.

“Oh my god, you’re so tight…” he moaned, thrusting a little harder, and a little faster. He kept going, the clank of his belt echoing around the bathroom. He stopped, buried to the hilt in my sopping wet cunt. He slid his belt off, draping it in the sink before he started to really pound me.

It felt so good, his cock was sliding into me so easily and felt so thick inside me. I was wondering how he wasn’t cumming, and chalked it up to nerves, but was quickly snapped out of my thoughts by a yanking of my hair, his cock still steadily sliding into me.

“Watch yourself,” he whispered, the shape of my breasts bouncing in my shirt as he began fucking me harder. I was trying so hard not to moan too loud, but it felt too good. Too fucking erotic, after waiting a year to have this cock pounding into me.

He began speeding up, his hips slamming into my ass as he got closer to busting his nut in me. He pulled out at the last minute, and I took my position on my knees as he jerked his cock.

“Cum on my face, please.” I begged, sticking my tongue out and licking the tip. He came without warning, rope after rope of cum shooting onto my face. I honestly do love taking a load on my face, feeling the warm cum spurt out of their cocks and on to my face, completely devoid of dignity.

He was spent, and I was happy to get fucked, although a little disappointed in my lack of an orgasm. We spent the rest of the night flirting shamelessly in front of my friends, all curious but chalking it up to friendly banter.

I didn’t mind too much though – I knew this wouldn’t be the last time.

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