Maybe it was just because you were a bit of a tomboy, but you'd always fit in better with the boys at school. Girls called you a pick me, guys assumed you were a slut, but within your core friend group, everyone knew you were just chill like that. Now grown and off to college, you still found yourself mostly in the company of men - some who had been friends of yours for years and some who'd joined the group along the way. All in all, about ten of you who drank, played video games, talked sports and shot the breeze together.

They all held to one tacit, unspoken agreement: you were off limits.

It didn't matter that you were a total smokeshow. It didn't matter that you had big, heavy tits under that lumpy hoodie, paired with wide hips that even loose sweatpants couldn't hide. It didn't matter that every one of them, at some point, had shot at least one guilty load to the illicit fantasy of those soft, pillowy lips of yours wrapping around their cock and draining it dry. They understood that if they wanted to keep the group intact and avoid losing that rare splash of feminine energy that livened up the party so much, they could never cross that line.

Unfortunately, you hadn't got the memo. So when you'd started to develop a bit of a crush on Alex - the quietest, most reserved member of the group - he'd had an important choice to make.

You had known Alex since you were thirteen, and never really thought anything special of him. He was a nice guy, a bit on the nerdy side, and had always treated you with casual respect. Unlike some of the others, he didn't really go for crass or lewd jokes. Not that you minded those - you even joined in sometimes - but it was a breath of fresh air to talk to Alex and know he wasn't going to start talking about tits.

The issue was that college had changed him - and not for the worse. By twenty years old, he had lost a bit of that teenage chub, leaning off into a tall, solidly built young man who carried himself with newfound confidence. Clean shaven, with new glasses and a nice haircut, he had suddenly become the sort of guy who looked awfully good in a black turtleneck. Combine that with an easy smile, light blue eyes and very nice hands you somehow hadn't noticed before, and you found yourself slowly finding more excuses to sit next to him while drinking with the boys, ‘accidentally’ lean all over him, spend time with him one on one, and generally make it difficult for him to stick to his guns.

You would sooner swan dive off a cliff than turn into a giggling, girly bimbo for his attention, but some small changes were permissible. You swapped the ancient Knicks hoodie for a neater, more fitting wool sweater when you hung out together. Opted for gym shorts that showed off your thick thighs rather than baggy sweatpants. You found yourself conscious of the casual physical contact that you had previously thought nothing of, and silently withdrew it from every member of the group… except Alex.

Before the rest of your friends noticed, he had a choice to make. And, well, he was just a man at the end of the day. A gentle, unassuming man who smelled of cedarwood and played a mean round of Tekken, but a man nonetheless.

Of course he made the wrong choice.

“F-fuck…” you gasped, your voice thick with heat and lust as Alex's girth pierced your core for the first time. Legs spread wide to welcome him in, you hadn't expected the size of the shaft that was now sinking inch by inch into your sopping wet mess of a pussy. But Alex was gentle and patient as he bent forward to kiss you, his careful ministrations relaxing your tense muscles and letting him bottom out inside you.

“Fuck,” he echoed in agreement, murmuring the word against your lips in a way that made your heart flutter in a shamefully girlish way. His hips pressed close, pushing you up the bed in your dorm room with a gentle rolling motion as you adjusted to his presence.

You couldn't help but whimper through barely parted lips as he began to move, stroking slowly in and out. Your legs, with which you had previously raced, tackled, leapt, wrestled and kicked him and the others without thought, now quivered uselessly as sweet, sensitive Alex began to fuck you. His hand swept down your side, grasping your thigh with strong fingers that dented your flesh deliciously as he pulled it up, adjusting his angle slightly so he could scrape the thick, bulging head of his cock against your G-spot.

“I'm not hurting you, am I?” His voice was soft and concerned as he paused, concerned by the yelp that had escaped your lips. He drew back momentarily to look you in the eyes, searching for confirmation.

“Don't you d-dare fucking stop,” you panted, lifting your shaking arms to pull him back onto you, relishing the crushing feeling of a big, strong man pinning you to the bed. Alex's chest was broad and solid, and even though you were both still clothed from the waist up, you relished the heat as he pressed against you.

His spare hand came to rest on your cheek, a tender moment amidst the sweaty, tense mess you were both becoming. “Tell me if it's too much,” he said, then drove his cock inside you again with a soft groan that made your heart sing.

Well… this is awkward. I mean, you’re practically glowing, of course, having obtained the boyfriend you wanted with relatively little effort. I, on the other hand, am a little worried. We’re going to have to be very careful navigating the friend group dynamics going forward if we don’t want to rock the boat. The boys have always operated on the principle of ‘bros before hoes,’ but what if the ‘hoe’ in question is one of the bros?

Anyway. Lots of fun to be had. Lots of close calls, lots of barely-avoided drama. I don’t want this to turn into a super histrionic ‘friend group torn apart’ saga, nor a porny ‘everyone takes turns with the girl’ piece. Just you and I, quietly growing closer and closer without being too open about it. This might include:

• Your outfits and general presentation becoming a bit more feminine and revealing, since you are hanging out with your boyfriend after all.

• Sneaking away at parties or hangouts for a few minutes at a time because we literally can’t keep our hands off each other

• Spending an awful lot of time hanging out one on one, to the point anyone could probably put two and two together if they cared to add up the days when coincidentally neither of us were available to hang with the group

• Going to another city for dates when we get sick of hiding all the time

Smut heavy scene - I enjoy a good dash of story and fun characters to play around with, but while it could start off with a little bit of a slow burn if you want to play from the stage where we start to become conscious of each other, I don’t see it staying at that sort of pace for long.

Aside from that, I have a DPP profile with a kinklist and all sorts of fun extras and details, but the general stuff is as follows:

Kinks: hands, groping, teasing, squeezing, grabbing, stroking, light pinching/spanking etc. Overstimulation, orgasm control, dirty whispers, breast and nipple worship, gentleness, romance in unconventional situations. Cum, creampies, facials or body shots, squirting and mutual climax, teasing, having fun, kissing and snuggles and all that degeneracy.

Limits: anal, cruelty, pain, beast, bathroom, diapers etc.