I had started writing a recollection of the first several months that I was illicitly sleeping with a friend of mine, first we were both in relationships, then he was in a relationship, and I think by the end of this I was still single. I cleaned up the spelling and punctuation a bit, but it still reads like random thoughts and memories...
I hadn't talked to him in months when I saw him online that day, I was so happy to have seen him, my old friend, how a simple IM asking how he was ended up with us having phone sex I never will be able to figure out. He called me that night, a drunk dial; we talked until nearly six am. We talked about everything from why we never actually dated, to how much he wished he had asked me out despite what everyone said, to him confiding that he loved me. We talked about my failing relationship, and my need to be needed, we talked about all the things we wanted to do, about who we are and what we are. He called me every night that week nearly always drunk, some more than others we talked on all levels, from pure sex, to fears and dreams; I had my friend back after years had gone by. We set a few dates to get together but things kept going south last minute. We talked most days over the next couple of weeks, I broke up with the boyfriend, and we talked about that. The end of that month I had gone out with some friends got completely falling down drunk, made out with a friend, upset another friend and just generally needed someone to talk to. So I called him.
He was at a mutual friend's house that was just blocks away from me, we each started out walking and met halfway. We hopped the wall into the backyard and sat on the bench talking a bit, me with my head on his shoulder, next thing I know his zipper is down and I am giving him head in my best friend's backyard. He stood up pulled my shirt over my head and played with my large breasts, then had me suck him again, kneeling in front of him topless. Then he had me wrap my tits around him. Then he stood me up took off my shorts, bent me over and fucked my ass, cumming inside me. I dressed, we talked a bit more and I took off.
I knew I screwed up the next day; I was scared that I had lost my friend again, because I always was too eager to have some fun. He didn't call. I left long rambling messages on his phone, asking him to call. Over a month went by, I was a mess hating myself for being stupid, for loosing another friend for sex. He left a message for me asking to call. I called we talked, he apologized for freaking out, he felt ashamed for what he had done, and ran. I understood, we discussed it and things and decided that if you're gonna screw something up, you really should screw it up all the way. So with a firm conviction that things were alright between us, we finally got off the phone.
He called the next night and asked me to come over. This was the beginning of me discovering how truly kinky and depraved I really was. That first night we were in his room, across the hall from his parents sound asleep. I came in through the gate, we talked a bit on the stoop and he finished his cigarette. We went in the house and to his room. He lay down on the bed and I joined him. We lay there for a bit, I played with his nipple rings, he led me down to his cock, and I sucked him. He had me strip for him. He pressed my panties into my mouth with his fingers having me suck on the taste of myself. He played with my nipples a bit, and he told me what to do and when, and how and I loved it. Then some where along in the night he slapped my face while I sucked him, I loved it. He kept asking if I wanted more if I wanted it there if I wanted him to slap me. I looked at him and told him "How 'bout I just tell you when to stop ok?" We fucked like crazy. Anal, oral, regular sex, it was awesome. I learned that I liked to be slapped that I loved it when he called me his whore. Always "his whore".
The next night we talked again. About the night before, about life, whatever we just talked.
