u/Aishooops_

Something that happened a bit earlier but still stays in my mind.

Four friends came over — two guys, two girls. My flatmate joined for drinks and some talking, then left because she had work. After that it was just the five of us.

We drank, talked, put on a series in the living room. Around 2 it got late. Two of them took the couches and passed out. The other girl, the guy, and I went to my room to sleep on my bed. Lights off, one blanket over the three of us. She was on my left, he was on my right. All of us close. I was still in my shorts and panties.

At first we were just lying there. Then his hand found my thigh under the blanket. Slow. Testing. I didn’t move away. He kept going higher until his fingers slipped under my shorts and then under my panties. I was already wet. He rubbed my clit, then slid a finger inside. I stayed still, breathing through my nose, trying not to make a sound.

He added another finger and worked me until I came the first time — silent, body tense. He didn’t stop. Kept fingering me until I came again, even harder. My friend shifted a little in her sleep and both of us froze for a second. That almost-caught feeling made everything hotter.

He pulled his fingers out, put them in my mouth. I sucked them clean. Then I reached over and opened his jeans under the blanket. Wrapped my hand around his cock and started stroking. He leaned in and we kissed — slow, quiet, careful not to make noise. Every time my friend moved even a little, our hearts jumped, but we didn’t stop. I kept stroking him until he came in my hand. I wiped it on the sheet underneath.

After that we just lay there, his hand still on my thigh, both of us pretending to sleep while my friend stayed out cold next to us. The risk made the whole thing so much better.
We didn’t talk about it.

Something that happened a bit earlier but still stays in my mind.

Four friends came over — two guys, two girls. My flatmate joined for drinks and some talking, then left because she had work. After that it was just the five of us.

We drank, talked, put on a series in the living room. Around 2 it got late. Two of them took the couches and passed out. The other girl, the guy, and I went to my room to sleep on my bed. Lights off, one blanket over the three of us. She was on my left, he was on my right. All of us close. I was still in my shorts and panties.

At first we were just lying there. Then his hand found my thigh under the blanket. Slow. Testing. I didn’t move away. He kept going higher until his fingers slipped under my shorts and then under my panties. I was already wet. He rubbed my clit, then slid a finger inside. I stayed still, breathing through my nose, trying not to make a sound.

He added another finger and worked me until I came the first time — silent, body tense. He didn’t stop. Kept fingering me until I came again, even harder. My friend shifted a little in her sleep and both of us froze for a second. That almost-caught feeling made everything hotter.

He pulled his fingers out, put them in my mouth. I sucked them clean. Then I reached over and opened his jeans under the blanket. Wrapped my hand around his cock and started stroking. He leaned in and we kissed — slow, quiet, careful not to make noise. Every time my friend moved even a little, our hearts jumped, but we didn’t stop. I kept stroking him until he came in my hand. I wiped it on the sheet underneath.

After that we just lay there, his hand still on my thigh, both of us pretending to sleep while my friend stayed out cold next to us. The risk made the whole thing so much better.
We didn’t talk about it.

Something that happened a bit earlier but still stays in my mind.

Four friends came over — two guys, two girls. My flatmate joined for drinks and some talking, then left because she had work. After that it was just the five of us.

We drank, talked, put on a series in the living room. Around 2 it got late. Two of them took the couches and passed out. The other girl, the guy, and I went to my room to sleep on my bed. Lights off, one blanket over the three of us. She was on my left, he was on my right. All of us close. I was still in my shorts and panties.

At first we were just lying there. Then his hand found my thigh under the blanket. Slow. Testing. I didn’t move away. He kept going higher until his fingers slipped under my shorts and then under my panties. I was already wet. He rubbed my clit, then slid a finger inside. I stayed still, breathing through my nose, trying not to make a sound.

He added another finger and worked me until I came the first time — silent, body tense. He didn’t stop. Kept fingering me until I came again, even harder. My friend shifted a little in her sleep and both of us froze for a second. That almost-caught feeling made everything hotter.

He pulled his fingers out, put them in my mouth. I sucked them clean. Then I reached over and opened his jeans under the blanket. Wrapped my hand around his cock and started stroking. He leaned in and we kissed — slow, quiet, careful not to make noise. Every time my friend moved even a little, our hearts jumped, but we didn’t stop. I kept stroking him until he came in my hand. I wiped it on the sheet underneath.

After that we just lay there, his hand still on my thigh, both of us pretending to sleep while my friend stayed out cold next to us. The risk made the whole thing so much better.
We didn’t talk about it.

A long time back an old school friend messaged me. He said his cousin wanted to get into the same field as me and asked if I could share some advice. We hadn’t spoken in years, so it started with normal career talk. Slowly the chats became regular — random messages, old school memories, small updates about life.
One weekend he texted saying he was in the city for work and asked if I was free for a drink. We decided to go clubbing. It felt casual at first. We met, had a couple of drinks, danced a little, nothing intense. At one point a couple next to us started making out pretty heavily. We both looked at each other and laughed about how people’s sex drives are these days. After some time the place got too crowded so we left.
Outside he mentioned his hotel was nearby and asked if I wanted to continue the conversation there for a while. I agreed and went with him.
In the room we ordered more drinks and just sat talking, laughing about school days. At one point he asked about my ex from school. I told him not to ask, but he said he didn’t know what had happened. I ended up sharing a few things. He went quiet for a moment and then said, “Sorry… better to just enjoy life now.”
The conversation drifted. Then in the middle of some random talk he casually said, “You know… if that guy hadn’t hit on you back then, I would have.”
The air changed after that. We looked at each other for a second and then started making out. It got heated pretty fast. He called room service and asked for condoms. While waiting we kept kissing and touching. Once the condoms came, things moved to the bed.
I ended up on my knees first, taking him in my mouth. He was thicker than I expected. After a while he pulled me up, got me on my back and started fucking me hard. It felt different from the usual casual nights — rougher, more intense. I kept moaning and at one point I was actually begging him not to stop. He flipped me over, took me from behind, and kept going until I came hard. He finished soon after.
We stayed till morning. Later he dropped me back. We still talk once in a while, but not often. That night still stays in my head though.