Have you ever started to fall for the best friend of your significant other? This is a tale of such happenings.
My girlfriend and I have been on the rocks for several weeks. I found out a few weeks ago that she had been cheating on me with another guy. I immediately broke up with her. She came back two weeks later stating that she had fucked up and made a bad choice. I was so heart broken and took her back. She was wild, fun, beautiful and often horny. All the traits I desired as a person in my young twenties.
We have been back together for the past week, but things are not the same as they used to be. I am not sure they ever will be the same. We have been together for well over a year. During the weekends, we hang out at her sister's house, along with her best friend, Melly Maye. Melly does not date very often. She is fun, cute and athletic. She is the perfect running mate for my girlfriend.
We spend most Friday and Saturday nights drinking, listening to music, bullshitting and playing pool or card games. Melly will innocently flirt with me from time to time and I will innocently flirt back. For instance, one time, I was sitting on my girlfriends lap in between shots while playing pool. My girlfriend said I had a bony butt. Melly said she didn't think my butt was bony, so I went over and sat on her lap. I moved my butt around trying to prove my butt was bony. She told me I could sit on her lap forever. We all laughed. It was my turn to shoot so I stood up and went to the pool table.
Over the years, I have started to build a fondness for Melly. I have always dismissed the thoughts of her because I have a girlfriend and because she is the best friend of my girlfriend. Also, I don't think she really has any interest in me. I also don't think she would ever pursue the interest, even if she were interested, because she is best friends with my girlfriend.
Today, my girlfriend and I started drinking early in the afternoon. Well, earlier than normal for a Saturday afternoon. My girlfriend said her brother called her a pussy last night and claimed she could not drink 10 beers and still stand. For some reason, she wants to prove him wrong. We are at her parents house for a cookout and she is on a mission to prove her brother wrong. She has already chugged several beers. She has been acting goofy/drunk since four in the afternoon.
By five, the rest of the family went home or to the bar. My girlfriend, her parents and I are the only ones left at her parents. Her parents went inside a little while ago, leaving me and my girlfriend all alone by the fire.
"I have drank 8 beers and not even feeling it." my girlfriend says.
I am not buying into her lie because she cannot walk straight and is slurring her words. I simply nod and take a sip of my beer. My girlfriend's cellphone starts ringing. She answers it and begins giggling with whomever she is talking to. She hangs up and says, "Melly Maye is on her way to. She is with Karen. I don't know why she is hanging with Karen."
"Who is Karen?" I ask
"A girl from our high school. Her parents have money and she thinks she is better than everyone else. She gets on my nerves."
They pull up and invite us over to Karen's parents house. Apparently, Karen is still living with her parents, who are out of town for the week. We stop at the gas station, pick up another 12 pack of beer and head to Karen's parents house.
We sit by the pool, chatting and drinking beers. It is getting dark and the girls are laughing and giggling often, their words are starting to slur pretty bad. Karen goes inside then returns wearing her swim suit and jumps into the pool. My girlfriend and Melly do not have swimming suits with them, but decide to jump in the pool anyways.
I watch as Melly and Lydia quickly strip naked and jump in. I expected them to leave their under wear on but am happy to see they went further. I sit in the recliner and watch the girls intently, trying to catch a peek of bare breast. The only light is a motion sensor light attached to the house, so it is too dark for me to really see any of their bodies submerged underwater.
The girls are laughing and splashing each other and it is starting to turn me on. In my intoxicated state, decide it will be funny to collect their clothing and run inside. I look at the girls and see they are not paying me any attention so I quickly lean forward and grab their clothes that are sitting in a pile on the deck next to me. Their towels are sitting on the chair next to their clothes. I grab their clothes and towels and dart inside the house. They do not immediately chase after me so they must not have noticed in the midst of their fun in the pool
A minute or two later, the girls come running inside. My girlfriend and Melly are naked and dripping wet. I know my eyes widened when I look at them while sitting on the sofa. Melly is the first one inside and gives me a clear view of the front of her body. This was my first time seeing Melly naked. I know she does not have very big breasts, but I am mesmerized by her fat pussy lips and her bald mound.
My girlfriend is right behind her, but does not gather my attention because I have seen her naked many times. Karen follows both of the girls inside, wearing her swimming suit and covered with a towel. She was not of much interest because she was wearing a swimming suit.
"Where are our clothes?" Melissa screams, proceeded by laughter.
I am surprised they are giggling and having fun, rather than being pissed at me for stealing their clothes. Melissa covers her crotch with her hand while standing in front of me. I laugh and point to the clothes on the opposite side of the room then take a quick glance at Melly's small breasts before she turns and runs for her clothes. I watch her every movement and catch a glimpse of her pussy lips one more time when she bends over to pick up her clothes.
Melly and Lydia wrap the towels around them and dry themselves off. My girlfriend starts acting whiny and drunk. I think she is trying to gain my attention, so I walk over and sit next to her on the couch. She says she feels like crap then lays on the floor naked, the towel barely covering her.
I am surprised she doesn't care that she is naked, in plain view of her friends. She wiggles around on the floor until the towel falls to the floor beside her. She curls up in a fetal position so I kneel next to her on the floor and try to comfort and cover her.
"I am hot!" she whines and throws the towel to her side. I can tell she has drank way too much alcohol. I have never seen her act like this before. When I start to softly rub her shoulder she says, "Quit and leave me alone."
Karen tries to talk to her and receives the same treatment. I give up and decide to visit Melly who is in the room just to the left of the living room. It is a small room used as an office with a staircase dividing the two rooms.
I sit on a chair behind Melly as she plays a game on the computer, since my girlfriend is now passed out on the floor. Melly is playing solitaire, her towel draped over her shoulders but leaving the front of her body exposed. My focus is drawn to her bare legs hanging out from underneath the towel.
Karen is in the other room trying to move Lydia onto the couch, but my girlfriend is not responding. I decide to let my girlfriend sleep and focus my impaired attention on the virtually naked girl in front of me, on the computer.
My hormones take over my judgment and I reach around the leather chair and grab Melly's breasts with both of my hands for just a moment before removing them. I expect Melly to turn around with a shocked look on her face and kick my ass. I can't believe what I have just done. I quickly glance over at Lydia and Karen to see if they had just witnessed what I have done but neither of them are paying attention.
It takes me by surprise when Melly swings the chair around 180 degrees, looks over at her two friends, then reaches forward and cups my penis and testicles with her hand. She squeezes them for a second, smiling at me, and then quickly withdraws her hand.
The next thing I know she is standing on her own to feet. She grabs me by the hand and says loudly, "I need help getting up stairs to go to the bathroom. Help me up the stairs."
She grabs her clothes, covers her body with her towel, then drags me to the stairway. I help drag Melly, who appears to be pretty drunk, up the stairs. She is swaying back and forth and holding onto the railing. We reach the top of the stairs and round the corner. When we reach the bathroom entrance, Melly grabs me and pulls me inside, shutting the bathroom door behind us. She pushes me against the wall forcefully and starts kissing me with feverish passion. Her kisses are wet and sloppy.
I am momentarily paralyzed, taken back by her movements. To say I am shocked is an understatement. Pinned against the wall, I feel her lips all over the front of my lower face. I put my hand on her shoulders and push her away from me for a moment.
She says, "I don't have to pee at all and I am not drunk. I had you bring me up here because I have wanted to do this for a long time."
I say in a soft voice, "Lydia and Karen are downstairs."
To which she replies, "I don't care. Kiss me."
Melly pushes my back against the wall again then reaches down, starts stroking me through my jeans and pushes her lips against mine one more time. I give in and start kissing her back. Her kisses are still strong and sloppy in an amateur manner. I can tell she is not very experienced at kissing. None the less, I hold her head and kiss her for a few seconds before realizing it was wrong. I pull away and say, "I need to get back downstairs."
I rush out of the bathroom hoping the women downstairs did not notice what happened upstairs. I hurry down the stairs to see girlfriend is now resting on the couch, covered by a blanket. Karen is watching a late night movie and eating popcorn.
"Wow, she is drunk!" I comment to Karen, who gives me no real response.
A minute later, Melly starts stumbling down the stairs, playing the part of a drunk. I immediately notice that she has put her clothes back on. I meet her halfway down the stairs and help her down the rest of the steps while Karen watches us.
"I am tired. Help me downstairs so I can go to sleep." Melly says in a loud voice.
I have never been downstairs and do not know where we were going. There is a large open room at the bottom of the stairs with a pool table set up in the middle of the large room. Melly takes me by the hand and was practically drags me down into a bedroom in the far corner of basement.
Melly pulls me onto the bed and starts kissing me again. "I want you right now!" she whispers.
I decide not to fight her this time, I wanted her just as much as she wants to have sex with me. She grabs me by the hand pushes it under her underwear. She fumbles with my pants, unzipping them and grabs hold of my semi-hard penis. She starts stroking hard and fast. It is obvious to me that she is not very experienced at giving hand jobs either. To be honest, she is squeezing too hard and going so fast, it is not very pleasurable.
