My Close Companion and I
This is a real-life experience. All names have been changed to protect privacy.
A bit about me: I'm about 6-feet tall, black hair, tanned, and muscular.
Now, for the story:
"Dudes and chicks can't be best friends. One of you will always like the other." That's what they say, right?
It all started with a simple exchange.
"Hi, my name is Mel!"
"Hello, I'm Chase."
This innocent greeting would change my existence forever.
She was a little over 5-foot-2, white, dazzling eyes, curvy, stunning ass, and she had a blonde beauty that shined. Whenever I watch any porn movie with AJ Applegate, I'm transported back to Mel.
We didn't actually get to know each other until I returned home from college and she was still working there. We grew closer and, at a point, started exchanging texts outside of work. As the senior, I used to tease her because the college she enrolled in was our rivals, so when they played each other, her team always lost.
Our friendship eventually reached the point of one night when my father passed away. I returned home to be with my family, and one evening, I went back to work to discuss my schedule with my supervisor. Her reaction was priceless. Everybody in the store knew about my father's death, so when I walked in, she saw me and bolted over to give me a hug. My supervisor accommodated me as much as he could, allowing me to choose my shifts, managers, and most importantly, Mel as my coworker. He inquired, "Is that okay with you, Mel?" She smiled back.
Throughout this time, I had a girlfriend named Kelly. She never complained or showed any concerns about the closeness between me and Mel. In fact, she enjoyed having someone to keep me grounded and focused on other things. I'd never looked at another woman. However, that all changed when Kelly's father unfortunately died. The situation strained our relationship heavily; she would lock down and we'd go without talking or seeing each other. I tried my best to comfort her through her grief. In retrospect, I couldn't help her deal with her dad's death. I handed her phone to Mel, joking that "she's better at this stuff."
Our relationship took an unusual turn as we joked about dating each other. However, it remained friendly and platonic. But, things took a drastic turn when Kelly and I got into a heated argument about sex. She suggested chemicals for our emotions were the culprit. I countered that it wasn't grief, and she was reluctant to believe me. The situation intensified, and we separated for a while.
As both our relationships crumbled, we became more reliant on one another. Our normal banter at work turned into conversations about our personal lives. People at work believed we were involved romantically, and even we started wondering. With our efforts to mitigate the pain in our personal lives, we flirted more and grew closer.
At some point, I mentioned to Mel that I wished Kelly was like her. "You actually talk to her when something is bothering you." Mel was going through a similar struggle with her boyfriend, who wouldn't give her the attention she deserved. "Wouldn't it be nice if we could just be together?" and "I can't even remember the last time I had sex!"
The next morning, I showed up for a shift with new products and continued texting Mel. We joked about our phone calls from the previous night.
Mel: "Did I say too much?"
Me: "No, not at all."
Mel: "And do you want to know what I can do to make you not feel uncomfortable?"
Me: "Yes, please tell me!"
Mel: "Just imagine if I sent you something."
Me: "Oh yeah, what kind of something?"
Mel: "Are we sure that's a good idea?"
Me: "Definitely, you know it's been evident for a while."
Mel: "Here you go"
A picture of her completely naked, displaying her ass. It was sensational.
Me: "Wow. Wow."
Mel: "Is that bad? Do I get a picture too?"
Me: "Heck, yes."
You could clearly see a smile on Mel's face as she continued to flirt with me, aware of this growing attraction.
The next thing you know, "Right back at you."
A few hours later, while working the rest of my shift, I eagerly anticipated getting home to complete what had already started.
I made it through the rest of my work shift and returned home. I took a shower, but instead of feeling clean, I couldn't stop thinking about the photo Mel had sent me. I took a picture of my erect penis and sent it to her.
Mel: Wow, I knew you had an impressive body and a fantastic dick.
Me: Thanks!
Without warning, she sent me another photo—this time of her wearing a leopard print bra.
Me: Damn!
Before I could respond, she sent me another picture showing her breasts bare, revealing her pretty pink nipples nestled in the middle of her C-cups.
Me: Holy crap! I might actually explode from these images.
Mel: No, you won't... yet.
She then sent me a photo of her shaved pussy. Her fingers spread her labia apart, exposing her tight, pink opening.
Me: Fuck, I would love to lick and fuck that pussy.
Mel: Same thing here, my friend.
Our conversation revolved around our deepest fantasies and thoughts of having sex to cope with our dry spells. Later, Kelly and I reconciled, but that didn't stop Mel and me from flirting. Initially, I felt bad for having feelings for someone else, but my enjoyment of our interactions lessened my guilt. However, a few months later, I gave into temptation.
Kelly caught the texts and demanded I choose between her and Mel. Knowing I loved Kelly and wanted to marry her, I made my decision. I explained to Mel that I'd made my choice and that made her very upset. Our hostile relationship lasted for weeks, and our work began to suffer.
Kelly and I worked on improving our relationship over the next few months, but a few months later, we had a staff meeting. As we were leaving the building, I approached Mel and attempted to fix things between us. "Please, can we just move on from all this? I miss my best friend."
Mel: I also miss you. You hurt me last year.
"I know, and I'm really sorry. It hasn't been the same without you in my life."
Her eyes watered, and we hugged—the first time we'd embraced each other in what felt like ages.
We picked up our friendship where we'd left off. I didn't disclose the details of our reconciliation to Kelly, as it wasn't the best move for our relationship. However, I deeply valued my friendship with Mel and preferred having her by my side. Although I experienced some guilt, I somehow justified my actions. One particular day, I found myself having feels for her.
Mel and I had been going back and forth, wondering if we would ever have sex, but both were in relationships, so I kept insisting I couldn't while I was with Kelly. Mel was annoyed by this; Chris, her partner, treated her poorly, and she was fed up. When she arrived at work, she joined me in the employee closet.
I put my left hand on her cheek to face her toward me, grabbed the back of her head with my right hand, and kissed her. To no one's surprise, she returned the favor. We broke off our kiss, and I hurried out.
On my drive home, I contemplated what had happened. It seemed like I'd crossed a line and potentially ruined a friendship, leaving me with a question: "What did I just do? I've kissed another woman while I'm in a relationship." But my relief about how strongly Mel reacted to the kiss convinced me I hadn't done anything wrong. Upon arriving home, I texted her.
Me: Hey, I just got home.
Mel: Hey! I'm glad. It would've been even better if you could be here with me. Anyway, what prompted you to do that?
Me: Chris made you feel like shit. I thought kissing you would make you feel better.
Mel: All I can say is that it brought back fond memories.
Me: I can't help but feel happy too. It's been a long time since I've been so close to you. :)
During June, most evenings at work intensified for us. We'd ensure no one was around and stole kisses, affection. At times, when we were the last to leave, we'd interlock palms. I'd escort her to her car then goodbye with a lingering kiss. What alarmed me wasn't getting caught, or Kelly and Chris finding out, nor feeling guilty. Rather, I realized our romance had run its course.
By August's onset, I severed ties with Kelly, challenging since we'd been together 5 years. She wasn't arousing me like Mel was. I relayed to Mel how Kelly and I had dissolved. Apprehensive of exposing my budding emotions, I told her we could bond after work. Seduced, she terminated her relationship with Chris. Cassandra spoke of her ambition to cut ties and didn't reconsider, contrasting her previous actions.
Chatting away in a flurry, I asked if she'd join me at my place after work on a Sunday. Auctoritas switched into ecstasy. My mind burned with anticipation while I attended a bachelor party. Incessantly, we messaged each other. At one point, I explained how an overt older woman gave me undesired attention.
Memphis: A glamorous lady there hit on me.
Mel: Could she not?
Memphis: If it weren't for all these beverages, I'd flee to be with you.
Mel: Spend your night recovering impressions, I'm your escape.
Memphis: You're the only one I seek.
Mel: :) Tomorrow you're mine.
This triggered extreme excitement. Had we progressed to a casual sex encounter? My mind raced, fixated.
Soon, I awoke in the hotel room's chair, the seven men with me, my hangover fierce but vital to recover before Mel's arrival. Messaging with Mel until her arrival, I journeyed through the working day then prepared for her coming.
At last, the moment manifested. I exited my shower, and Mel disembarked her automobile. Striking and enticing, I met Mel. Under the moonlit sky, she refined her appearance. Black jeans highlighted her silky thighs; a zipped jacket hid her chest.
Entering my abode, we climbed to my room. Audiovisual glitter engaged my attention, though in this moment, I held no interest.
Languorously seated atop my bed, I swayed my arm around Mel's shoulder:
"Thank you for joining me. "
"As thrilled as I am," she murmured, grinning.
I glipped her cheek and found her soulful brown eyes. Kissing her lips, joy ignited. Gingerly, I lowered my hands and welcomed them at her lumbar region under her attire. Her delicate skin thrilled me. Sensations radiated, raising fears. Pleasure triggered my arousal; my consack stiffened. I peeled her jacket off, presenting a red tank top. Confident, I removed it, seeing her bare breast.
Gripping her nipple, she squealed, "You truly bask in this, aren't you?"
"I don't want to squander a single instant," I answered.
"There's no need to regret."
"I adore your vagina."
She chortled and beckoned a quick kiss. Lowering my torso, I unzipped her jeans and shameless removed them. She donned a black thong, snuggled wetly. Magnificence undressed, we returned to my bed. I inhaled her dawning nudity, shaking stiff. Foxily, she disappeared. I undid my buttoning, donned blacks and attempted. Existing in tolant, she mocked me, showcasing her exposed breasts. Grasping both, I massaged: the right, her left. I kissed, bit, and influenced her erogenous zones to unprovoked heights.
"You're voracious, aren't you," she prized.
"Excuse the greed."
"Here."
Propelling her feet on the bed, she arced herself. Unbuckling my trousers, I unstitched and joyfully slid them off. Harpoon stiff, hope sprung up.
I traced my lips across her belly, moving closer until I was directly in front of her womanly parts. I extended my tongue, licking her clit, causing her to moan in pleasure. I alternated between licking her clit and her lips, gently sliding two fingers into her tight opening.
"Oh my god, you really know what you're doing!" she exclaimed. "No one has ever eaten me out this well before."
"I told you I was good," I teased, reminiscing about an earlier conversation where I had bet her that I could make her orgasm through oral sex - something her ex had never managed to do.
I continued my efforts, my tongue moving all over her sensitive parts until her entire body started to shake and her legs trembled.
"I'm about to cum!" she yelled.
"Then let me taste it!"
Her body relaxed, and she pulled me in for a kiss.
"Your turn," she said.
I turned onto my back, leaving my cock exposed, while she lowered her head onto it. I still had access to her pussy, so I started to rub her once more, causing her to moan in ecstasy.
"Oh wow... this feels so fucking amazing!"
"Thank you," I replied.
She took me fully into her mouth, swirling her tongue around my head before I had to ask her to stop for fear of coming too soon. She then climbed on top of me and began to rotate her hips and rock them back and forth.
"Holy shit, this feels amazing," she exclaimed.
I reached up to touch her chest and nipples, totally lost in the moment.
"I'm surprised you haven't taken me from behind yet," she said.
I was pulled out of my daze and positioned her on all fours so I could lick her while my cock remained hard and ready.
"Wow, I'm about to cum!" I blurted out, startled by the sensation of her massaging my balls while I thrust into her.
"I want to watch you when you cum," she said, getting back onto me.
She began to move her hips in a rhythmic motion, taking over as I lost control.
"I'm getting close," I warned her while the pleasure continued to build.
"Then come in me when you do," she ordered.
She thrust herself faster and faster until I felt the pressure building.
"I'm going to cum!"
Without missed beats, she leaned down and met my lips in a passionate kiss as I shot my load into her.
Still deeply entangled, we softly kissed while I rubbed her legs and ass.
"That was the best sex I've ever had!" I exclaimed.
"You can say that again."
The night was perfect and intense, and we hadn't even talked about anal play before. I was worried I might do something she didn't want, so I remained focused on penetrating her.
"I'm getting close," I said, pulling her off my cock.
"I want to ride you," she said, attempting to get onto me.
We shifted positions so she could slide back onto my dick.
"Fuck me!" she cried out, seemingly lost in her own pleasure. "I don't want this to end."
"Where do you want me to cum when I do?" I asked.
"Anywhere you want, your mouth, on my ass, in me. Go for it!"
"I'll cum inside you," I promised.
She rocked faster and faster, her hips grinding against me until I could feel the wave of orgasm building inside me.
"I think I'm gonna cum!"
She leaned down and kissed me, her lips lingering on my own as I thrust deeply into her.
"Cum inside me!" she begged, bouncing harder and harder.
The instant orgasm struck, her lips were still pressed firmly against mine.
"That was the best sex I've ever had!" I whispered, holding her tightly.
We sat wrapped around each other, lightly kissing and caressing each other.
She looked up at me with hint of playfulness. "I have to leave."
She nearly broke my heart as she got off me. "Do you want to do this again?"
"Maybe..." she promised with a playful grin.
And, indeed, we met several more times before this story reached its end.
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