Jaime (21F) and I (21M) were platonic, but flirty, friends in college. She was super cute and out of my league by all accounts. But our friend-group pushed us together and for whatever reason, our personalities just clicked. Would I if I had the chance? Absolutely. I never had the sense that she was truly into me, and that’s ok. She was being fun, and that was fine with me. We were pretty open about our sex lives…well, she was. I didn’t have much of one. I was always open to offering another perspective, if she needed one.

It was a Friday night and she told me she had a hookup with an ex planned for that night. I joked that it probably wasn’t her best idea, to which she agreed but admitted she was - in her words, feral. I laughed it off and wished her luck..”I’ll say ‘I told ya so’ when you’re doing your walk of shame tomorrow morning.” My Friday night was typical - an evening of some self love after work. I was getting pretty into it after edging a while and feeling that same sensation of ‘feral’. My phone buzzed, it was Jaimie: “ugh you’re always right..”. From computer chair with my shorts around my ankles and an erection I can only describe as impressive, I just sent back an ‘lol’ with a heart emoji. I’m not gonna kick a friend when they’re down but I’ll take pride in my clairvoyance.

J: “I thought it was a sure fire thing. He def lost a beat since we dated..”

I didn’t respond immediately, there was a not-so-brief pause until the next one came in:

J: “headed home to finish off I guess 😅”

My heart started to race a little while staring at my screen with my throbbing shaft and leaky tip in the background, still prominent. I think the horny fog of my brain suggested I read more into it than I should.

J: “what are you up to?”

Maybe it was just a simple inquiry? Maybe she was getting at something else? How do my dick and my brain answer at the same time? I responded, “I’ll give you two guesses…” to leave it open ended. It felt like an eternity waiting for that next one to come in but that time was filled with my brain sorting out every possible scenario and if this could actually happen…

J: “I’m coming over”

She hadn’t specified when, exactly, she’d be over. Was it after she was done? Now? What does she think I’m actually doing? I did some quick math and figured the earliest she could be here from where she probably was, sent back a “👍”. At the risk of blue balls, I pulled my shorts up and did the standard tuck of the boner in the waistband, then proceeded to wash up…just in case. I sat on the couch and waited. Minutes ticked by and my raging wood was half-cocked and pressed against my thigh with a wet spot indicating work unfinished.

There was a fiddle at the door knob right around the time I had expected her to arrive. She gave a quick knock as she opened the door and popped her head in to see me on the couch. She entered, closed the door and leaned against it, pouty and exasperated while defeatedly giggling. She sure looked different than the sweats and t-shirt version I’d been used to seeing around the campus. It was always a nice surprise. Her dirty blonde hair pulled to a loose pony tail and draped over her shoulder. She sported a lace, blue bralette with a paper-thin button up over top of it. Her legs extended from some denim cutoff shorts. She kicked her sandals off. I patted the couch cushion next to me and joked “…there there, dear..”.

She looked up, somewhere between nervous and confident “So, did you finish?” She was direct and completely caught me off guard “wha-..um, finish what?” I stumbled over my words. She stood up tall, seeming to wipe away the pout with the flick of a switch. “You said you’d give me two guess. I’m guessing you were beating your meat on a Friday night.” My face was flush and there was no hiding it. I could see it in her own face, the satisfaction of nailing it like a walk-off home run. “I thought we might be able to help each other.” She said as she stepped away from the door and closer to me. My brain was seeming disconnected from my mouth. Trying to process some sort of thing I could say to break the tension I felt…not that she needed any tension breaking. “I mean…a friend in need..right?”, I said.

She stood close to touch, the bulge along my thigh was as real as she was before me. My hands lifted to touch her exposed thighs. First real touch of a woman in I don’t know how many months and it was electric. Something felt so right about it but maybe it’s because I had spent the previous hour brewing an epic orgasm of my own. She unbuttoned her shorts and let them naturally fall. Not a stitch of underpants, with a very cute and well-manicured little bush. I leaned in to kiss her hip and wrap my hands around the back of her thighs, then up her taut ass. She let out a cute moan and pushed me back into the couch and began to straddle me. I squirmed to get my shorts off. My cock, standing straight up, laid against my stomach when I sat back again. She reached a hand between us and began to stroke me “yeaaa, alright..” she said with a devious smirk. I couldn’t help but blush again. My hands worked there from her thighs and up her body. I cupped her perky breasts strapped down with the bralette and gave her nipples a gentle pinch. I could make out. Her button up shirt draped down and revealed her shoulders.

My hands dropped back down to her hips and she lowered herself, allowing her clit to rest right on my shaft. My hands gripped her hips and rocked gently to grind herself against me. She place her hands along my cheeks and leaned in for a kiss. As she got closer i could feel her warm, moist breath increasingly on my lips. When we connected, it was fireworks. Her grinding pace picked up and I could see the skin of her neck and chest getting flush from my periphery. I tugged her hips forward and my own hips down to slide my tip further down her wet slit. Nestled right at the folds of her opening she didn’t miss a beat with letting me inside. My eyes shot further into the back of my head the deeper she took me. With my head leaned back, she ran her tongue up and down my neck. One of my hands moved back to her breast, the other to the back of her neck. With a gentle tug of her hair I exposed her own neck and gave her a similar treatment - starting at her chest and working my way back up to her lips.

I couldn’t tell if she was just incredibly went or if the precum was just pouring out of me while she rode me. Probably both. And either way, it was incredible. I had brief thoughts of what she was doing maybe an hour prior to this…having another man inside her. Did he wear protection? Did he finish inside her? The cares were wiped away with every stroke her supple pussy gave me. She leaned into me, her mouth adjacent to my ear. Her speed and thrusts became much more determinant. “You’re gonna make me cum…” she whispered. I didn’t change a thing..for fear of taking her out of the zone and the fact that any other subtle movement could cause me to erupt inside her with those words. It took every ounce of willpower for me to ride that wave. I hadn’t cum in days and was already close to unloading when she texted me. There could be no better coalescence of events. “Fuck..i’m cumming..” she slowed her pace and I could feel a subtle contraction around the base of my shaft. She planted her lips on mine like she was trying to suck my soul out. Her skin had gotten damp with perspiration.

“I think it’s my turn”, I said to her. She bit her lip and smiled and took me right to the edge. She watched my eyes grip tightly shut and expertly lifted herself off at the right moment. Her hand quickly too over and she pressed my raging cock against her tummy and stroked me at a pace I can only describe as ‘divine’. My orgasm shot out like a cannon, up her bare skin and onto her bralette, down onto me…there was so much. It glazed her petite fingers and palm. She relished the feeling of my fingers digging into her flesh with a raw intensity. By the time the fountain had cut off, she had a smirk about her and continued to play with me in her hand, an aftercare nearly as good as the finish.

We kissed again before she finally got off of me. We cleaned up, I gave her a t-shirt to swap with her bralette stained with my lust, and we got some pizza. It wasn’t the last time we hooked up.