Fucking my friend for her birthday

Kat and I used to be roommates, but we haven’t seen each other nearly as often since we both moved out last year. I’m excited to see her – she had a serious relationship that ended abruptly a month ago, and I know she’s struggling. A night out with friends would be good for her. 

I arrived at an arcade bar, where a small group of us were meeting for her birthday. A place with mediocre drinks and walls lined with arcade machines. Many of them are too old and obscure to inspire nostalgia, but I always enjoy a few games of Pac-Man. I find Kat and our friends circled around Street Fighter. She looks stunning, wearing a black, glittery dress that clings to her body. She’s impossibly fit for someone so sedentary and academic. I’ve always thought she was hot, with her straight brown hair and piercing blue eyes. But we met as roommates, and I refused to think about her sexually. In fact, despite living together for a year, we’ve never once talked about sex, opting instead to talk about books and movies.

I walk over to the group, offering a smile and a happy birthday. She gives me a big hug. “I’ve missed you!” I say into her shoulder. “How have you been?”

“Sooo horny!” comes her surprising reply. “I haven’t had sex in a month.” I raise an eyebrow, both at her unusual reply and in self-reflection. I’m in a dry spell that’s coming up for a year. Our friends laugh. “Kat’s having a rough time,” one of them says. Kat reaches for her beer and takes a long swig. I saw a completely new side of her that night. A year of living together and we never talk about sex, and tonight she can’t talk about anything else. She compares button mashing in Street Fighter to rubbing her clit. She texts an old fling “Wanna fuck?”, despite the better judgment of the group. She doesn’t get a response. She asked me if I ever masturbated while we lived together. “Kat…it was a year,” I say, smiling, mostly just glad that she never overheard me. The night continues like this, with all of our friends feeling a little embarrassed for her, but glad that she seems to be enjoying her birthday. 

More drinks and games later, and the party starts to break up. Kat’s not exceptionally drunk – I’ve seen her in worse states. But she asks me to walk her home, and I say yes, not realizing where the night is going. As we’re walking, she’s uncharacteristically touchy – a hand on my arm, a laugh, and a lean on my shoulder. Normally this wouldn’t ping my radar, except Kat is not touchy. The first time we hugged was when we moved out. We get to her apartment, and she abandons all pretense. “So…” she starts, clearly a little embarrassed for the first time in the night. “You’ll come upstairs, won’t you?” She looks into my eyes. I pause. Then smile, still not quite believing what’s going on. “Yes,” I say confidently, and I take her hand as we walk up the stairs. 

We enter her apartment, and I recognize all the familiar furniture. Her couch where we’d watch movies, the bookshelf she made herself. She interrupts my reminiscing by taking my arm, looking up at my face, and pulling me in for a kiss. We start slow despite her clearly overwhelming desire, getting a feel for each other’s rhythm. Soon our hands start wandering, and she takes my arm again to lead me to the bedroom. She flops into the bed, and I climb slowly on top of her, making sure to line myself up so she can feel my hard dick grinding between her legs. She gasps when she feels it, and I smirk. She desperately reaches for the bottom of her dress and tries to pull it over her head, but it quickly gets stuck. I laugh and help her slide the dress up, revealing her body to me for the first time. She’s wearing a black thong and no bra. My cock throbs, and a feel a fresh wave of arousal wash over me. I take off my shirt and pants, and we resume grinding on each other in just our underwear.

“I really needed this” she moans. I laugh. “What?” she asks, a little indignant. “I think the whole bar knew that” I reply. She feigns surprise and smacks me on the chest before pulling me back to keep kissing. After a few more minutes, I lean into her ear and whisper “I want to eat you out.” 

“Please!!” comes her eager reply. I slide off the bed onto my knees, and she moves to where my mouth can reach her. I tease her thighs with my fingertips and graze her pussy over the thong. She groans, part pleasure, part frustration. I place my palm firmly between her legs and hold it still. She moans and slowly starts grinding on my hand. I can feel her hard clit pressed against my palm. After a few moments of this, I undress her completely. She’s trimmed but not shaved, and dripping wet. I graze her lips with my fingertips. She gasps, moving her hips, searching for more pressure. Then I graze her with my tongue. She lets out a long, low moan. I lick her lips gently with long flat strokes, slowly increasing the pressure. I move my tongue towards her opening and clean up all the arousal that’s been dripping out of her. “You taste SO good” I moan. “Fuck!” was all she could muster in response. I use my tongue to get deeper and deeper until I’m tongue fucking her. She grabs my head, pulls my hair, and fucking me back with her hips, gasping the entire time. 

Her moans increase in volume and pitch. She lets go of my head, and tries to say something, but can’t form a sentence. She rolls over fumbles on her nightstand, and comes back with a vibrator. “Keep doing… exactly…what you…were…” she trails off as she turns on the vibrator and rests it on her throbbing clit. I try to get my tongue back inside her, but the vibrator threatens to break my nose at this angle. I quickly put a finger in my mouth and slid it inside her. She barely notices the difference and bites her lip as her face flushes red. Without warning, her hips buck, and her pussy clamps down on my finger. She yells out in pleasure, and I can feel each squeeze as her muscles spasm rhythmically. 

When her orgasm subsides, she looks at me and stammers between breaths “In…I need…inside…you…I need you…” I don’t need her to ask again, and I take my underwear off as she scoots closer to the middle of the bed. I pause. “Um…do you have condoms? I didn’t uh, bring any, obviously.” Now she pauses, taking a second to catch her breath. “Well…” she’s hesitant, but takes the leap “I really want you to cum inside me…I have an IUD!” she quickly offers, anticipating my question from the look on my face. Now I’m hesitant. She persists “Please, I can’t stop thinking about it. Not, um, with you, necessarily, but just…I miss the feeling. I’ve been craving it, my body is craving it, so badly.” I look at her and smile. “Well, since it’s your birthday and all…” 

“Yes!!!” She shouts and pulls me on top of her in missionary. She grabs my dick and guides me to her opening. I slide forward into her, letting us feel every inch until I’m pressed balls deep inside her. We moan in unison. I continue with long, slow thrusts. “FUCK you feel so good,” she says, wrapping her arms around me and pulling me in with each stroke. “This is EXACTLY what I needed.” I want to reply but my head is fuzzy with pleasure. She is incredibly wet, and I continue sliding in and out of her with little friction. After a few minutes, she looks up at me “Can we do my favorite position?”

“Anything for the birthday girl.” She chuckles and rolls her eyes, and I get up. She rolls onto her stomach and grabs a pillow in one swift motion, then lifts her hips and stuffs the pillow underneath. Her pussy lips peek out at me from between her thighs.   My mind goes blank as I climb on top of her and slide back inside. I gasp. She has a great ass, and feeling my hips press against it is almost too much to bear. “Fuuuuuckk” I moan, thrusting harder and faster. She squeals as I hit the right spot inside her. I keep going as I settle my chest onto her back, planting little kisses and nibbles on the back of her neck and shoulders. She whimpers. I’m getting close.

She can tell by the change in pace. “Are you gonna cum for me?”

“Yes, yes!! I’m so fucking close.”

“Ohhhhh pleeease cum inside me” she moans. Pressure continues to build, and I feel my body screaming for release.

“Please, I want it so bad. I need it. Please, I need your cum! Give it to me give it to me pleeeeease cum inside me!”

And I do, pressing into her as deep as I can, with ragged gasps escaping as my body spasms. “Fuuuuuuckkkk yessssss” I hear, but I can’t tell which one of us said it. My throbbing slows, and I rest on top of her to breathe for a minute. “Ohhhhh yess!” she moans. “Ohhh your cum feels so warm…” she trails off, lost somewhere between reality and a dream. 

Eventually, we both catch our breath. “That was SO hot,” I say. “You’re telling me” she replies. We snuggle up to each other, giggling. After a few minutes, she looks me in the eyes. “How much time do you need before we go again? I want to get every last drop from you tonight. It’s my birthday after all…”