After I Wrestled My Best Friend

Note:

This story is technically a sequel to "I Wrestled My Best Friend." However, you do not need to have read that story to understand or appreciate this one. All characters are 18+.

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"Please Jacob," said Elle, "Fuck me."

Elle had been my best friend for years. I'd heard her voice in countless moods and inflections, from upbeat and mischievous, to controlled and intellectual. But I'd never heard her sound like this. She was breathy. Her voice nearly cracked under her desperation when she said,

Fuck

.

This lust hadn't come on suddenly. About an hour earlier, Elle had challenged me to a wrestling match, her tone and posture bouncy, assured of her victory. Instead, I totally dominated her. Pinned her again, and again, and again. All the grabbing, squirming, sweating, our breath on each other's necks and in each other's ears, had unearthed something primal. She'd begged me to strip her, to expose her heavy boobs and hard little nipples. I'd flipped her over, spanked her thick ass.

Now she lay on her belly, so I couldn't see that gorgeous face, but I got an eyeful of her long, dark mane. It was a mess of sweaty waves.

"Fuck me," she begged.

"I need this," I whispered back. My dick already teased her labia. Occasionally the tip brushed her clit, which made her moan. But I couldn't figure out how to push past. We were both virgins.

I adjusted myself, so I nearly laid my chest on her back. I held myself over her, propped on my elbows, intoxicated by the sweat-and-shampoo scent of her hair. We were so close. We grinded into each other, my dick practically swimming in between her labia.

Even without full-on penetration, she felt amazing. Her ass and vulva pushing back against my dick, rubbing it, stroking it, while it stroked her back. The physical sensation was irresistible, but even better was knowing this was

Elle

. This was my best friend's wetness, from my best friend's pussy, coating the top of my dick, filling in the pinched, sensitive skin below my head. Neither of us had ever done anything so intimate.

I had decided penetration wasn't possible tonight, but was still overjoyed with the experience. We kept grinding, moaning, sweating, enjoying what we had, and then-

God, I can close my eyes and remember it as vividly as ever. My penis pushed past, and suddenly I felt my head gripped on all sides by her warm, slick vagina. She was beautifully tight, like her whole body clung to me, accepted me, affirmed me.

Elle shifted her ass, attempting to fit more of my dick. I slid back and forth, enough to stimulate slightly different nerves, but not enough to risk slipping out of her. I doubted I'd be able to fit it back in, if I fell out. Then the walls of her pussy clenched. Health class had

not

prepared me for that. I nearly exploded inside of her. I breathed and growled and shut my eyes to stop myself. When the walls loosened back, my penis pushed deeper inside of her.

The rhythm continued. Tiny ins-and-outs from me, while Elle adjust her ass, and her pussy pulled me in further, further, further.

My lips were flush against the rim of her ear as I moaned. I adjusted my hands, wriggling them beneath her, until they were clenched between the floor and her body. My knuckles were buried in the carpet, and her cool, soft tits filled my palms. I held them for support, massaged them, experimented by pinching her nipples between my fingers. Her moans let me know when I was doing it right.

My hands on her boobs gave me the leverage I needed. I angled my hips, and slid, and slid, and slid. I felt her open up to me, soaking me, until my waist hit her ass. The impact sent ripples through her full, round flesh.

I've heard not everyone's first time is great. I think all our accidental foreplay, our wrestling, made the difference. But it wasn't just good. I felt as if every nerve was awakened, and glowing in her warmth. In that moment, nothing was as important as thrusting into her. This was the meaning of life. This was the greatest joy, the deepest sense of completion I'd ever experienced.

The pleasure must have deafened me, because I didn't realize her moans had shifted to words, until she repeated for the umpteenth time.

"I'm gonna cum. Pull my hair. Pull my hair."

I returned to my senses. I realized she'd hitched her ass up a bit, raising her clit from the floor. She circled it with two fingers. Knowing she was so turned on by my fucking her that she

had

to masturbate- that thought hit me from the base to the top of my dick.

I barely grabbed hold of her hair, pulled her head back, before I gushed into her.

"I'm cumming!" she screamed as I clapped her cheeks. Her pussy loosened and tightened around my cock, as if suctioning out every pump of cum. We were animals. "I'm cumming! I'm- I'm-"

I fell on top of her. My chest laid across her back, my hands squeezing her breasts, my nose nuzzled behind her ear. We lay for a while, our breaths slowly settling. Every few moments, one or the other of us would moan, an aftershock of our orgasms. When our heart rates finally returned to normal, I rolled off her, and she shifted to her back. We lay beside each other, staring at the ceiling.

If I'd have thought about it at the time, I would have expected that "meaning of life" feeling to fade after the sex. I'd heard that the spike and drop of hormones can be very disillusioning. But I didn't feel that way. I replayed the sex in my head- the shape of her ass, the way her vagina visibly gripped my dick when I pulled it out- but with less primal craving, and more romantic sweetness. I'm typically an anxious person, rarely enjoying the moment, always thinking about what I should be doing next. But in the post-coital glow, I felt no need to strive. No need to work, anymore. I could just appreciate this deep satisfaction, and enjoy life.

"Are you hungry?" she asked.

I turned to her. I'd always admired her face, but the beauty, the symmetry, hit me harder, after what we'd gone through. "I guess. Are you?"

"Stay put."

Elle stretched herself to her feet, walked to the kitchen. I shifted to a sit, to watch her.

She was mesmerizing. Of course, in the past hour or so, I'd seen every inch of her body. But as she opened the refrigerator- its yellow fluorescence bathing her breasts and stomach, while light from the kitchen window grazed her back and butt- I realized that every motion of hers was a new angle, a new excitement, a new way to enjoy her body. Her breasts sagged forward a bit as she leaned down to grab the cheese and grapes. The line from her thick thighs to the swell of her butt changed shape as she closed the door and shuffled toward another cabinet, reached for the crackers.

Elle's plate consisted of wheat crackers, pepper jack cheese, and purple grapes. She sat, cross-legged before me. At first, I ignored the plate, staring instead at her gorgeous boobs, the way they lifted a bit with each breath. I could touch them, I knew. Kiss them. Squeeze them. She'd let me.

Her voice brought my eyes to her face. "You need your strength," she said, smirking. She laid a slice of cheese over a cracker, and raised them to my lips. I leaned forward, took the food in my mouth, my lips brushing her fingertips, and ate.

Elle fed me like that, switching between crackers and grapes, until I finished the plate. She then offered me the glass of water.

I've re-written this paragraph several times, attempting to capture the magic of that moment. Throughout life, I rarely, if ever, received the things I most deeply craved. I'd internalized that, if I wanted something enough, there was good reason to think it was unattainable. A day earlier, I'd never seen a girl naked. I'd never felt another body caress my penis. Both things seemed too great, too heavenly, to be a part of my daily life. But now I was not only before a naked woman, it was

Elle

. My best friend. The person I'd most want to lose my virginity with, the person about whom I'd fantasized more than anyone else. This was Elle, sitting in front of my, breasts exposed, feeding me from her hand.

It was one of the loveliest moments of my entire life. I hope I've done it some justice here.

When I finished eating, I asked Elle, again, if she wanted anything. She said she just wanted to be held. So I extended my arms, she shimmied into my lap, her butt on my thigh, and the crown of her head beneath my nose. I held her.

A quiet moment passed. Her parents could be home any second. Neither of us could muster the strength to care. This moment was sacred, and we wouldn't end it any earlier than necessary.

"Was that weird?" Elle asked. She ran a pointer finger up and down my forearm. I rubbed her shoulders.

"Weird?"

"Was I too pushy?"

I laughed, rustling her hair. "I can't imagine that being any more perfect."

"Asking you to spank me? Pull my hair? It didn't weird you out."

"I'm glad you took the lead," I admitted. "That stuff is super hot to me. But I'd be nervous to start it."

"Yeah. It's in a

lot

of porn I watch, and I guess when I get turned on, that's where my mind goes."

"It didn't feel forced to you?" I asked. "Like, do you think you said any of that just because you thought it was what you had to say?"

"No." Her voice was thoughtful, then relaxed. "No. It all felt very natural." She raised her lips to my ear and kissed.

My penis hardened, pressed against her leg.

"You want more?" I could hear her smile against my ear.

My instinct was to stammer a bit for time, give myself a chance to formulate an explanation for our unequal levels of arousal. Instead, I said, "Yes. I think I could do that over and over again, if I held you like this for a few minutes in between."

"Well... As long as the equipment's ready to go-"

I closed my eyes, moaned, as her cool hand gripped me beneath the head.

"I have one more fantasy, if that's okay?" she said.

"Mm-hm. Just don't stop."

"Warning: this is going to sound dirty, too. But could you fuck my tits?"

I'd never heard such a welcome request in my life.

"I just think that would be nice," Elle continued. "Could you cum on them?"

Elle had definitely been watching different porn than I had, but the idea was immediately exciting. We were fumbling, awkward, but enthusiastic as we tried to position our bodies. We tried me standing, her kneeling. We tried me on my back, her perched over me (when her boob grazed my penis, in that position, it was the best feeling of the night). Finally, she got on her back, I laid my penis on her sternum, and she slowly pressed her tits together, until they covered my dick.

With her wetness still on my shaft, and fresh precum coating my tip, I easily slid between her breasts. I moaned, appreciating that soft, full flesh, squeezing my incredibly hard and incredibly sensitive member. In Elle's grip, her boobs looked so big, her cleavage pressed up so high, her pink little nipples peeking out between her middle and ring fingers.

I pumped harder, harder, watching my head pop through then sink below the crease between her breasts. The pleasure was so primal, it felt like my heartbeat was askew. I hadn't seen her orgasm face earlier. The haze of lust in her eyes, the O-shape of her shiny pink lips, combined with the view of her tits below, brought me to the brink. Her moans finished me off.

My first spurt of cum splashed her chin, her lips, her teeth.

"Sorry!" I exclaimed- always a funny thing to yell with your spurting penis between your friend's breasts. I pulled out, and the next several waves of cum painted her boobs. A few stray strings hit her nose, her growing smile.

Elle rubbed my semen into her breasts as I leaned back on my hands. "Thank you," she said.

I laughed. "Are you kidding me? Objectively, you're definitely the one who deserves thanks."

I laid over her, our sweat and my semen slick between our bodies.

"Anything to say?" asked Elle.

"I've gotta see some of these tit fucking videos you like."

Elle laughed.

Through the wall, we heard the hum of a motor and the grinding of gravel. Elle's mom's car, pulling into the driveway. Without panic, we rose, wiped ourselves off, got dressed. I'm sure we looked flush, and suspiciously content, but otherwise innocent when her mom greeted us in the kitchen.

END

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Though our communication was solid that night, we actually had a long way to go from fuck buddies to romantic partners. If there's interest in that story, I can share it some time! Any ratings/followings and especially comments are hugely appreciated. Thanks!