I don’t have sex with my friends. Friends of friends, yes. Friends of friends of friends, yes. Friends of strangers, yes. Strangers, yes. Guys who wear multiple pairs of pants, yes. But never my friends. Except that one time. And then almost this time that I’m about to tell you about.
We aren’t super close friends, but we chat (flirt) once in awhile, and recently he’s been really, really flirty. One night recently, we went for supper and had a pretty good time. The conversation flowed easily, there were a lot of jokes, and we discussed a lot of topics. One of them was music. He is a fan of bands from the 90’s and 2000’s, including Seven Mary Three (this is important for later). We were out late, and had a little too much to drink. I should mention that I’ve been chatting with another guy that I’ve been feeling pretty into, but he lives out of town and we haven’t gotten to see each other much. But even so, my attention has been focused in that direction. Due to this, I had decided before I even went out that if he made a move, I was going to turn him down. But, the whiskey had other ideas. So when he asked me if I wanted to go back to his place, I said yes. I mean, he’s pretty hot and he makes me laugh. What’s a girl to do? I’m not made of stone!
We get to his place and crack a couple of beer. I have just a couple sips out of mine before he kisses me. Oh, that’s where this is going? (I said innocently) And before I knew it, we were making out on his bed. He kissed me gently and slowly ran his hands over my body. I pulled away and told him that there was someone else I was interested in, and I shouldn’t be doing this, and should go home. He told me I shouldn’t do anything that felt wrong. So I pulled him towards me and kissed him long and deep, because being bad feels so much better than being good. He told me I could spend the night if I wanted to, and that we could just sleep. I went to the bathroom to think about it. When I came out, he was under the covers. I asked him how naked he was under there, and he told me he still had his underwear on. I said ok then, pulled my dress up over my head, handed him a straw, and let him drink it in.
I crawled into bed with him, kissed him, said good night, and rolled over. He spooned up behind me and kissed my shoulder while his fingers trailed over the curves of my body, barely touching me, grazing over the peaks and valleys, sending shivers to all the right spots. I turned towards him and met his lips with mine. He put his hand in my hair and pulled my head back. I moaned and he kissed his way down my neck and up again, licking and nibbling on my ear. I could feel how hard his dick was. I begrudgingly told him to stop.
We went back to cuddling and talking. It got real comfortable, real fast. This back and forth went on for a couple of hours. We’d talk and laugh and cuddle, and then we’d make out, going a little bit farther each time. And then he said, maybe I should put on a condom, you know, just in case. I laaauuughed! And said no. We finally called it a draw and went to sleep.
The next morning, he had to get up early for work, so he showered and got ready and then realized he still had a half hour before he even had to leave. Remember how I said I wasn’t going to hook up with this man? Well, there I was, naked except for a piece of lace covering my kitty, lying in his bed looking up at him, saying, “Well, what are you going to do with all that spare time?” He jumped back into bed pretty quickly and kissed me. Close-mouthed because it’s the morning and we’re not animals. Then he got back out of bed. “These jeans are too tight,” he says. Smooooth. And since his jeans were coming off, well, his sweater might as well come off too! He crawled up between my legs and asked if we could have sex. I told him if he couldn’t get me to agree the night before when I was drunk, the chances of me saying yes while I was hungover were not good. He told me he was going to make me wet and leave then. I suppose that seems only fair. Plus, I could just go home and pull out my vibrator after he did all the legwork 😉
Now he figures he had better get dressed and be on his way. He tells me I can stay as long as I want and sleep. So I don’t move too fast. He grabs his phone and heads to the bathroom. The bathroom is located right by the bedroom, and the entire time we were together, he was a gentleman and always turned the faucet on so I wouldn’t have to listen to him pee. This time was no exception. Except that it was the exception. I hear the faucet turn on, and then I hear, “Oh Jesus, I’m sorry. Amy, I’m so sorry,” followed by the sounds of….his ass exploding. Followed by….Seven Mary Three. Followed by more ass exploding, and his desperate apologies. “I’m sorry Amy, I’m so fucking classy. Jesus.” I am DYING laughing at this point! When he finally emerges from the bathroom, he apologizes again and tears are streaming down my face at how funny this morning turned out to be.
“Why did you start playing Seven Mary Three?! That didn’t help at all!”
“I just wanted something else to help cover up the sound and that was the first song that played on my phone. I’m so embarrassed, I thought I could make it to work, and then it hit! Oh god, now every time you hear that song, you’re going to think of this moment!”
Oh man, we laughed. So. Hard. I probably won’t be able to resist him again.