I finally got a taste of my best friend’s cock, now I’m his sidepiece (Part 1)
Your girl has a sidepiece, years in the making, and he’s the best I’ve ever had. Now I have an array of piping hot stories! This is Part 1 of the night that got me absolutely hooked on him.
BACKSTORY:
DJ and I have been amazing friends for 20 years. Despite hurdles that could have derailed our friendship, we’ve stayed close and have always gotten on like a house on fire. Somehow we have never been single at the same time and missed any real chance to explore us romantically, but the “what if” has always quietly lingered. Both of us have our own longterm partners and we’re all close friends - which is why this all unfolding now is so crazy!
Over the past few years the tension between DJ and I has been increasing - perhaps as we’ve come into our own individually, we saw each other more clearly than ever before. We’ve always been flirts but DJ had been a little more forward in recent years, subtly testing boundaries where he could. A flash of body parts here, intrigue into likes and dislikes there, compliments, pulling me in to sit on his lap, cuddles - all the while still featuring our regular brand of teasing and banter that has been a hallmark of our entire relationship.
THE NIGHT:
At a house party at his place one night, we yet again found ourselves as the only two left standing in the early hours of the morning - this time swimming naked in his heated pool. We drank, we talked, we laughed, but the difference was us both being completely naked and alone for the first time. We couldn’t keep our eyes off each other, stealing glimpses through the water, catching each other’s wandering eyes. I’d seen his dick before, and he’d seen my tits and pussy, but not like this. It was new territory for us, and I was on cloud nine having his attention all to myself.
Our conversation inevitably drifted towards sex, as it often did when it was just us. As it had done all these years. It was still reasonably innocent at first.
DJ tells me he doesn’t know why I am self-conscious about my tits, he tells me they are perfect and describes the types of nipples I have as very desirable. He compliments my body. He admires my papercut, he’s been thinking about how perfect my pussy looks since I first flashed him 12 months earlier. I’m feeling fantastic, if not a little shy in front of a man I’ve known so well for two decades - he’s making me blush. I compliment his body, and tell him he is handsome and perfect the way he is - I know he is his own worst critic, and I want to make him feel good.
The mental foreplay was underway. Our subject matter deepens. Anatomy.
DJ asks if I know where my g-spot even is or my own female anatomy, and I say I honestly don’t really but would love to learn more. He offers to show me, and I accept. I know he’s undertaken plenty of theoretical and practical research over the years, and can definitely teach me a thing or two. This doesn’t mean anything, we’re just friends right?
He floats over to me, hand below the water, and cups my pussy. He asks me if I’m ready, and I nod. He methodically describes and lightly touches all of my external parts - he’s moving slowly, as though he’s waiting for me to change my mind. I’m not one to break that easily.
He tells me to relax as he slips one finger inside me, then another, and proceeds to gently feel around, describing the different parts of my own vagina. Honestly the information wasn’t sinking in, even though how much he knew was impressive. I couldn’t stop looking at his hand moving under the water, thinking about how close he was, his eyes, his voice, his touch. I was trying to concentrate on his words.
“Will I show you your cervix? Fair warning, it won’t feel enjoyable” he enquires.
I giggle and nod, “May as well, we’re here now”. He laughs and continues.
DJ reaching for my cervix was indeed not the most comfortable sensation but I was enjoying him sharing the wealth of knowledge he’d worked so hard to obtain. This man’s brain is so intriguing. Even if I’m not retaining much, even if I’m distracted, there was nowhere else I wanted to be.
After his lesson he smells his fingers - “You actually smell really good!”
“See?? I’ve been telling you! I don’t understand why B [my partner] doesn’t want to go down on me. I think I taste great… I just don’t get it” I respond, those self-conscious feelings bubbling to the surface. This was a sensitive topic for me.
“Well I can tell you what you taste like now if you want, then you’ll have a second opinion” DJ proposes, with a quiet fire in his eyes.
I pause - can I really say yes? I am genuinely interested in his opinion. I know he’ll tell me the truth, and his cervix exploration left me feeling more tender than turned on so… what’s the harm? I mean that whole move was kinda smooth AF and my interest was well and truly piqued. I have to know. Don’t overthink it, we’re just friends. I accept.
DJ wastes no time. He scoops up my arse with both hands and lifts my pelvis above the water, my legs over his shoulders. I give a little squeal. He looks into my eyes as he slowly moves in, asking me again if I’m sure I want him to do this. As I agree, he gently licks around my clit, and I inhale sharply.
DJ explores my pussy with his tongue - my head tilts back and eyes close trying to fight how good his tongue feels, biting my lip. I hardly even notice him now only holding me up with one hand, before he starts to slide two fingers inside me… I quickly whip my head up.
“DJ what are you doing??” I ask, genuinely surprised. I don’t know why I thought this would only involve his tongue. His fingers feel different this time.
“You need to be wet for me to taste you properly, or I can’t give you my honest opinion can I?” he responds with a hint of determination, his fingers still halfway inside me waiting patiently to work their magic.
“Yeah ok that makes sense”, and I let him continue. I think “fk this man is smooth!”, and the years of internal monologue telling me I could never have him start to fade away.
I realise that him showing me my anatomy allowed him to feel where my pressure points already were, and he was making the most of this new-found knowledge. After a few minutes of bliss I finally start to let go, and a quiet moan escapes my lips. He stops.
“What was that?!” he asks excitedly, with a huge smile on his face, knowing precisely what he’s doing to me.
“I’m enjoying myself otherwise this whole experiment will be pointless won’t it. You wanted to make me wet, didn’t you? Isn’t this what you wanted?” I ask.
He nods. “This is exactly what I wanted” and continues to eat me out for another couple minutes before he stops. I’m visibly disappointed when he does - that was amazing and I was thoroughly enjoying the feeling and sight of him between my thighs.
We drift apart and talk about his findings, me sitting in the water with my legs crossed like I’m a student on a classroom floor, about to hear what lessons my teacher has in store for me. Making sure he has a good view of what he just tasted.
“You taste great, I don’t know what B’s issue is. If I had that pussy, I’d eat it every day”.
“Are you serious?? You’re just saying that, you don’t mean it…”
“No I really do mean it, you taste so sweet” DJ responds with such confidence in his voice, and I heavily blush.
“Well thank you! That makes me feel a lot better… if not slightly annoyed.”
My subconscious decides all on its own its time to plant some seeds of my own - “I’m a queen at sucking dick, it’s not really fair that I don’t get the same effort back from B”.
DJ smiles. I catch a glimpse of his hard on through the water.
He pivots the conversation slightly - he’s done talking about anyone but us.
“So how are my skills, did you enjoy that? I know you don’t get eaten out very often”.
“Your skills are very good, I appreciate how intentional you are with your moves… and I can see you had fun too which definitely helps” I giggle, staring at his cock. My head is both full of ideas and completely empty in the moment, any cares are completely out the window. Doe eyes and sultry voice on, I shoot my shot…
“You know, I feel like it’s only fair that I give you my opinion on how you taste”
DJ responds “Oh do you now? Well who am I to deny what’s fair?”, that smirk on his face that makes my heart skip a beat.
He stands up, leaning against the edge of the pool, presenting me with his hard cock.
I float across to him, and wrap one hand around his dick. I gently grip and pull down on his shaft, softly licking the head of his dick, taking a mental snapshot of his perfect cock. I look up, watching his eyes light up as our gaze meets. I take my time teasing him with my tongue, on the head and shaft down to his balls, before wrapping my lips around the head of his cock and sliding him down my throat, my tongue swirling around every inch of him. He lets out a groan. I stop.
“What was that?” I ask, with a little giggle and my best cheeky smile I could muster.
“I’m just enjoying the view”, he says as he brushes my hair out of my face, absolutely melting me inside in the process.
I continue my work - sliding him deeper down my throat, slowly increasing my speed and the firmness of my grip, making my blowjob nice and sloppy for him, gently playing with his balls with my free hand, exploring his dick with my tongue and getting myself wetter by the second.
After a couple of minutes, I stop as he’d done to me. We drift apart again and discuss…