MY FUCK BUDDY
My last and best FB was a woman I'll call "Sarah". She and I last had sex around three months before my wife and I began formally dating, though Sarah did show up at my bachelor party. No sex, but a wonderful late night of CFNM (Clothed Female Naked Male) that probably blew my soon-to-be Brother-in-Law's mind. More about that shortly.
Sarah and I were terrific friends in college, connecting some time in our sophomore year. I worked at the school's food service unit to make spending money, and she lived in the dorm where I worked. She was delightfully open about her sexuality, and we began hanging around each other as buddies. This eventually worked its way to a series of strip poker games we got going in the dorms with a group of around seven of us, giving Sarah and me a chance to see each other naked. Sarah, I will say, had spectacular breasts and a nicely manicured pubic bush. Took care of herself. Really very attractive.
We frequently saw other naked and, at one point, I was in her dorm room while she changed clothes when she tossed me a Penthouse magazine, asking which of a few photo sections I liked. It wasn't sexual as much as a genuine interest. At the time she was dating a guy I knew and, as she liked to put it, she wanted to go beyond "playing skin flute" with him. We went to campus porn movies together (yes, the school had a weekly porn night in an on-campus theater), and freely talked about sex. Nudity and drinking with each other - and others - were common, though oddly with Sarah it almost seemed more like we were roommates who didn't live together, and not a sexual dance. We talked about everything, and knew each other intimately. She dated and I dated, and nothing ever came up to suggest we wanted to date each other.
So we continued that way for about a year. Nothing overtly sexual, but definite sexuality and ease around each other. She and I bonded as close friends, and she became kind of a third wheel with me and my best male buddy.
In our junior year things changed. One night, after the three of us went to a great party and had a really good buzz on. My best friend, I'll call him David, plus Sarah and I had gone to a party and were kinda worked up. At the time none of the three of us were dating anyone. I had just broken up with a woman who was relatively naive in bed, and it had been kind of ugly. (I'm not proud.)
Sarah was sitting between David and me, and someone - I don't recall who - suggested we all give each other massages. David was a bit shy as well as a teeny bit homophobic, so the decision was made that he and I would massage Sarah. She readily agreed and went into the other room - it was her apartment - to strip to her panties and wrap a sheet around her. David had never seen her nude before, so she covered up for his benefit.
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| Shhh, Don't Tell David |
She positioned herself on the couch, face down with the sheet covering her panties, but her legs and back were bare. I began working her feet while David started to massage her shoulders and, somewhat reluctantly, her back. (David was straight, just very inexperienced and shy.)
As I worked my way from her feet and ankles something came over me and with my left hand I started to rub her ass though the sheet. My right hand moved up to massage her inner thigh. At this point I want crouched next to the couch. As I worked the inside of her leg, I lightly brushed my hand against her panties a few times. By the third or fourth time I definitely felt some heat and bit of moisture.
As I became more brazen my buddy David continued to massage her back and shoulders. Not sure if he knew what was going on, but at the time it seemed like he was oblivious. On the other hand Sarah dropped her hand down off the couch and touched my ankle, gently massaging it and tacitly giving me permission to continue.
I continued to feign working her ass with my left hand as my right went further up under the sheet, now directly rubbing at her crotch. She moved slightly, opening up her legs, and I slipped my fingers under the panties.
(I feel like this is a Letters to Penthouse entry, which wasn't my intent when I started this entry.)
Sarah was enjoying it. She became quite wet, and I continued to rub up and down her labia, connecting with her clit and giving it some attention. She almost imperceptibly moved her hips, and my fingers slipped into her. Her grip on my ankle tightened and she resumed stroking my ankle. David continued to rub her back, giving no clue he knew what was going on at my end.
Within a short time Sarah climaxed, giving virtually no outside sign other than a rhythmic pulsing on my fingers. She lay there for a moment as I withdrew and began concentrating on the other leg - again, not sure if David knew what had happened, but in my slightly buzzed condition I thought we'd gotten away with it.
Sarah took a minute to gather herself, and suddenly got up saying she had to pee. She disappeared into the bathroom, while David and I just sat and talked on the couch. I was absolutely hard as a rock, but managed to adjust things to keep him from seeing.Sarah came back out, surprisingly still wearing just her panties and the sheet. David, at this point, got a little spooked I think, and decided it was time for him to turn it.
That was fine with me of course, and after he left she sat down on the couch. We talked about what had happened and agreed there was nothing romantic going on, and agreed that getting together for sex and sexual activity when needed was a great idea. We fucked for the first time that night, and for a couple years following - taking breaks only when both of us were seeing someone else - until I met the woman who would become my wife. Our sex stopped then, but there was one final night involving the above mentioned CFNM which I will always remember. It was, bar none, the best CFNM experience of my life, and completely non-sexual.
It was the night of my bachelor party. The party itself was a so-so affair, but ended with David, my brother-in-law Bill, his best friend and one other guy sitting in the jacuzzi after everyone else had gone home. Bill and his friend were wearing swimsuits, and me, David and the other guy were nude. All of us pretty drunk. The doorbell rang and Bill went to get it. He came back with Sarah in tow. It turned out Sarah and David had been texting and he let her know the party was over, so she decided to drop by. (Sarah was pretty provocative, so this wasn't really surprising.) At Bill's suggestion she decided to join us in the jacuzzi, borrowing his wife's swimsuit.
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| "Can I talk to you for a second?" |
(She later explained that had it been just me and David she wouldn't have worried and happily stripped off, but the presence of three strangers was inhibiting.)
At one point I had to use the restroom, and hopped out and went inside. Other than drying off I didn't see a point in hiding, so I left the towel out by the jacuzzi, and went inside. When I came out of the bathroom Sarah was waiting for me in the kitchen. She'd wanted to tell me privately how much fun she'd had and that she was very happy for me with my wife, who she knew and liked. We talked for an extended time, fully in view of the guys in the hot tub through the kitchen window. As I look back it was a prime moment of CFNM, and I really enjoyed it. Nothing at all sexual, I was simply naked with a good friend while she was in a swimsuit.
I look back on it all with fondness. Sarah and I managed to keep emotions out of it, and had a really fun time. And although we were close, she moved away not long after I was married and we lost touch. But she was a fundamentally important friend and a really good Fuck Buddy.
And I appreciated that.
That's a great memory.
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