Best Friend To Girlfriend - Part 1
Hello everyone. This is Rahul here with another new story. It is not a real story and just an imagination on my end. This is a story of me and my best friend Prithvi, and how our loneliness and a college pact led us to become boyfriend and girlfriend. This all started when me and Prithvi were studying together in college. I was a bit lean, but a nice firm ass, and a bit of a cutie. Prithvi was a normal-looking guy. We were straight and spent trying to woo girls to be our girlfriends. But luck was never in our favor, and we were single throughout our college. During our final year (we were both 21 at that time), we made a pact between us. It happened during one of our drinking sessions. Prithvi: Rahul, do you know why we are single? Me: No, tell me why. Prithvi: People think we are gay and are partners. He smiled, and I was shocked, and asked, “Who said? How do you know?” Prithvi: I feel like looking at people. I did not say anything and continued to drink. He took a sip and continued, “Hypothetically, say, If we hook up, what would be our roles in the relationship?” Me: What do you mean? Prithvi: I mean, who would fuck the other person. Who would be the boyfriend, and who would be the girlfriend? Me: Ohh. I don’t know. We would need to decide if the situation ever arose. Prithvi looked at me and continued with his drink. I don’t know why I said that, but I continued with my drink too. Prithvi: Let’s make a pact. Me: What pact? Prithvi: Suppose by 30, if we are still single, we would hook up on a monthly basis, where one of us would be the boyfriend and the other would be the girlfriend. Me: Why month basis? Prithvi (smirked face): So you want to be my girlfriend for life? Me: No, I did not mean it. Prithvi: I don’t mind fucking your brains out for the rest of your life though. But I said monthly just to switch the role if needed, Me: Ohh. Understood. He then put his hand forward to shake my hand, and said, “Are you in the pact? If we are single by the time we are 30, we will start our relationship” I don’t know what happened to me, but I shook his hand and said, “Deal”. Maybe I was sure that we would find our soulmates by that time. Time flew by; we graduated from college and soon got jobs. We were in constant touch with each other and would occasionally joke about our pact. In between, we both tried our luck with girls but were always unsuccessful. After a few years, we were both working in the same company, and luck would be that we were both transferred to our company office in the Netherlands. We were both excited about this new opportunity and did all the shopping together. We did our formalities in the office and were scheduled to fly to the Netherlands the following week. On the day of our departure from India, in the airport, after completing all formalities like customs, baggage, and security, we were sipping coffee and discussing our life in the Netherlands. Prithvi: I am really excited to start a new chapter in a new country. Me: Me too. I would like to move up in positions and be in a strong financial condition. Prithvi (smirking): Yes, different positions definitely. I could understand his smirk, so asked him what he meant. Prithvi: Remember our pact. If by 30, we don’t get girlfriends, you become my girlfriend for a month, and if we don’t like it, I will be your girlfriend for a month. I then remembered our pact, and that we are both 30 and single. Me (blushing): Oh, that pact. Prithvi: Yes baby. Hearing ‘baby’ from Prithvi felt different. I don’t know why, but I did not protest and simply blushed. Prithvi (whispering in my ear): Wait till we enter the hotel room, then you will be mine. Both your holes will be mine from that time for 1 month. I kept on blushing. He pressed my ass (making sure nobody saw). Prithvi (continuing): You know my favorite book? Me (meekly): No. Prithvi: Fifty Shades of Grey. Know it? Me: Yes. Prithvi: We will fulfill that book as we progress. Outside we would be friends. But inside our house, we will be boyfriend and girlfriend. You would obey me all the time, whatever I ask. I was silent. So he said a bit firmly, hands still on my ass pressing it, “UNDERSTOOD?” Me: Yes. Prithvi: Good. Come with me to the washroom. I need to see how you will use your holes. Hearing holes, my ass twitched a little. I don’t know, why, but I was a bit excited about the next month. Prithvi took my hand and took me to the washroom. It was large and empty. He pushed me to a booth and closed it. He then pushed me onto the toilet seat so my face was in front of his crotch. I was looking down. He grabbed me by my hair and made me look into his eyes. Then he grabbed my neck and pulled me towards his cock over his pants. Prithvi: Smell it. And don’t stop looking at me. I took a smell, and strangely, I was loving the scene. I was sitting in an airport toilet booth, smelling my best friend’s cock over his pants. All this is due to a pact we made in our college. He then started unzipping his pants, and my heart was racing. I still kept eye contact with him in anticipation. Suddenly his cock sprang and hit my face. I was taken aback a bit. He did not say much and just guided my mouth toward his cock. I don’t know what happened at that moment, but as soon as his cock touched my lips, my mouth opened. Seeing me open my mouth, Prithvi smiled and pushed his dick in my mouth. Then I suddenly realized what was happening, and tried to pull out. But he firmly held my head, and said, “Continue. And hand behind your back, and don’t lose eye contact.” What happened next revealed that I am a pure submissive who liked to be told what to do by a dominant partner. Whether I was gay or not seemed immaterial at that moment. There was a dominant man in front of me, who had his semi-hard dick in my mouth, and I was obeying his commands. I put my hands behind my back and started slowly giving him a blowjob.