I fucked my Best Friend's Girlfriend
Hi, I’m Nitros, and this is a story of how I got my best friend’s girl to have sex with me. Elisha. Aditya and I were the 3 best friends in college. Elisha and Aditya started dating in their second year of college. But they had a patchy relationship. One time they fought, but I remained both their best friends. They keep taking breaks and get back eventually. This time, they were on a break. She was really upset, so I asked her to come home. Around 7, she came to my apartment. My friends had gone out to party, so we had the entire apartment to ourselves. I had ordered some ice cream earlier and had given her one bowl of it. She sat on my bed and ate it. We spoke for a while, and then we started talking about Aditya. She said how much she cares about him, but he doesn’t put in the same effort back. I told her that she deserves better and encouraged her to move on. She started crying. So I patted her back, put her head on my shoulder, and hugged her. I could smell her perfume, and it was already turning me on. I saw her face, and she had a tearful eye. I couldn’t resist but look at her lips. I moved in for a kiss, and she didn’t hesitate to move back. I kissed her, and she didn’t move back either. We kissed for around 30 seconds, and then she moved back. I was like I’m sorry. She was like, “Shit how can I do this?” I asked her if she felt guilty. She said yes. I told her she’s on a break, so it’s fine. I wouldn’t talk about this to anyone. She was like Thanks. I was a really good friend, and she needs to leave. I looked at her again, and then boom, I went in again, and she also came in. We started making out this time. Her hands were on my face, and I was holding her head. We fell on the bed and I started holding her hips, pulling her closer to me. Slowly, my hands slid under her T-shirt, and I could feel her soft skin. My hands went up, and I could feel her bra. We were still making out, and I started pulling her T-shirt on top. Elisha’s chest rose and fell rapidly as I took off her T-shirt, leaving her in nothing but her bra and shorts, my hands immediately tracing the curves of her waist, moving up to the swell of her breasts. Her bra was soft, barely containing her. I could already see the outline of her nipples hardening under the fabric. “Fuck, Elisha… you’re so hot,” I groaned, my voice rough with lust. She bit her lip, hesitating for just a second before whispering, “We shouldn’t… Aditya—” “He’s not here.” There was hesitation in her touch, a war behind her eyes. “We shouldn’t…” she whispered, but her lips were still parted, still wet from our kiss. “Tell me to stop,” I murmured, my thumb tracing the edge of her bra. “Say it, and I will.” She didn’t. I finally unhooked it, and she arched against me, letting out a shaky moan. “Fuck,” she whispered, her hands gripping my shoulders. I held her bare breasts, thumbs circling her nipples, light brown, perfect, the kind a man could worship, not too big, not too small, but small and round. “We shouldn’t—” she gasped into my mouth. I didn’t wait—I took one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, flicking my tongue until she arched under me. “Fuck…” she moaned again. “Fuck… we shouldn’t—” she started, but I cut her off with another deep kiss, my tongue sliding against hers. I could taste the ice cream, sweet and faintly vanilla, mixed with something hotter, needier. “You want this,” I said against her lips. My hand slides down her stomach, past the waistband of her shorts. She was already wet—I could feel the heat through her panties. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” I groaned, rubbing my fingers over the damp fabric. She let out a shaky moan. “I shouldn’t… we can’t…” But her hips lifted, grinding against my hand. “You sure about that?” I smirked, hooking my fingers into her panties and dragging them down. Her pussy was gorgeous—neatly trimmed, glistening with arousal. I didn’t waste time. I spread her thighs and buried my face between them, licking a long, slow stripe up her slit. “Oh fuck!” she cried out, her hands gripping the sheets. I fucked her with my fingers, my tongue never stopping its assault on her clit. Her moans got louder, more desperate, until her whole body tensed. She cum with a broken cry, her pussy pulsing around my fingers. I pulled back, licking my lips, watching as she tried to catch her breath. “I love you,” I said, crawling up her body. My cock was rock-hard, straining against my pants. I removed them along with my underwear, my cock hard and aching. I positioned myself between her legs, the tip pressing against her entrance. She looked up at me, her eyes dark with lust but still flickering with guilt. “We… we can’t go further. This was already too much.” I cupped her face, kissing her deeply, letting her taste herself on my tongue. My dick was already touching the enterance of her pussy, slowly circling the opening with my tip. “FUCK!” she screamed, her walls stretching. I pushed my dick in. “Oh God, oh God, No, this is wrong,” she screamed. It was tighter than I fucking imagined, pulling out and driving back in. Her nails raked down my back as I set a punishing pace. Her boobs bouncing with every thrust. “Oh fuck!” she cried out, her hands gripping the sheets. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room. Her boobs bouncing with every thrust as I fucked her like an animal. “Fuck…” I whispered, while my dick inside her, “You’re thinking about him right now, aren’t you?” I murmured against her neck, biting just hard enough to make her moan. “But it’s me touching you. I’m making you feel this good.” She shuddered, her fingers scratching my back. “I hate you for this,” she said. After a while, I flipped her onto her stomach, and she was on her hands and knees, her hips up.