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Watching My Parents’ Relationship Through the Years

I have carried this memory for a long time and never really knew how to talk about it. Growing up, I often noticed how affectionate my parents were with each other. Because our home was small and our schedules overlapped, I would sometimes walk into a room unexpectedly or overhear moans and dirty talks that were never meant for me to witness.

At first, as a child, I felt confused and embarrassed. I did not fully understand what I was seeing, and I would quickly leave the room, pretending nothing had happened. As the years passed, these incidents occurred often enough that I became aware of how close my parents were as a couple. It seemed that despite the stress of work, finances, and raising children, they always found time for one another. I never spoke about them to friends or relatives because I worried they would find it strange but I had started to enjoy watching sex.

Then I started hearing them purposely and enjoyed myself while my parents enjoyed in the room and I watched them through the window.

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I was already in a relationship when she became my closest friend in college.

At first, it was nothing unusual. We sat together during lectures, shared notes, laughed at inside jokes, and spent long evenings walking across campus after classes ended.

My girlfriend lived in another city( long distance). She knew about my best friend and trusted me completely.

Maybe that was what made everything harder.

The more time I spent with her, the more comfortable we became around each other. She would casually lean her head on my shoulder during movie nights. I would find excuses to stay longer whenever we were together. Neither of us acknowledged the tension growing between us.

But it was there.

In the silence after a joke.

In the way our eyes met and stayed locked a second too long.

In the moments when everyone else had left and it was just the two of us.

One evening, rain trapped in my hostel room as it was raining. The campus outside was quiet. We sat side by side near the window, talking about relationships, fears, and the future.

She looked at me.

I looked at her.

For a moment, neither of us spoke.

The air felt heavier than before.

My heart was racing, and I could tell hers was too.

She smiled softly and we started kissing and did it so passionately as the lust took over all the emotions and brain ( for me atleast as I done nothing since a long time )

we started making out , initially she was a little hesitant but she also went with the flow , eventually I started pressing her big boobs and later remove her top and she removed mine ,then I removed her bra and started sucking her boobs and nipples, then her hands started to go down on me and she started stroking me and feeling my cock then I asked her "don't you you wanna feel the warmth" she immediately lowered my pants and took my cock in her hand and started stroking it while I was kissing her and playing with her boobs

soon I asked her Are you ready and sure ?

she just nodded and I immediately put on a Condom and then went in between her legs as she was laying on the bed , no licking of her pussy was needed as she was fucking wet down there , do I went in her and gently started putting my cock in her pussy and in no time it was completed in and then I pounded her for 10 min in that pose then she came on top and started riding me like a pro and I was sucking her boobs while she rode me the. we went in doggy style and then in the end Again in missionary and I came in her .... she came twice .... amazing inning.

The next day felt different.

Every moment alone together felt dangerous and exciting at the same time.

I knew I should create distance.

I knew I should remember the person waiting for me outside college.

Yet whenever she was near, logic became harder to hear.

Weeks turned into months.

The connection grew stronger.

So did the guilt.

Somewhere between friendship and something more, we found ourselves caught in a story neither of us had planned to write.

And every day, I wondered how long we could keep pretending that we were "just friends."