[MF] The month me and my friend from work became FWB - Part 8

Part 7

Part 8:

We ate and chilled then fell asleep quite early (at least for me it was) at around 9:30pm. She suddenly woke me up at 4 am, she was laying down facing me then started kissing me which is what woke me up, I slowly woke up and started kissing her back till we eventually started making out.

I pulled my pants & underwear off. She simply shifted from next to me to on top of me, her bare ass on my legs and her wet pussy on top of my cock as my cock was on pointing towards me. She slowly grinded on it as we made out very passionately. She pulled of her tshirt and mine then kept making out with me.

I was feeling all over her curves and body, groping, grabbing, squeezing, fondling, and simply enjoying every bit of her. I pushed her upwards and flipped my cock the other way so she can grind on it easier in the pose.

I then sat up hugged her tightly squeezing her boobs on me, and continued making out with her. It was raining and gloomy outside the window, but inside we were getting really passionate and warm. She started playfully biting my lips mid makeout, it was humid and stuffy with air conditioning off so we both were sweating a lot but both of us did not care we were so into each other at that moment.

She kept slowly grinding her wet pussy on my hard cock as we made out sweatily & passionately until my cock accidentally slid into her pussy. She pulled her lips off mine and let out low sweet “oh fuck” followed with an O face and heavy breathing as she very slowly rode my cock.

But to me she looked so beautiful so I grabbed her face from the sides and started making out with her passionately again. Her upper lips and some of her cheeks looked a little red from being on my beard for so long but she did not seem to care or mind.

She rode my cock a little faster then pulled her lips off mine, hugged me tightly, and whispered in my ear “fuck I love you so much!” I know it might have been the lustfullness or passion of the moment but at that moment I whispered to her in her ear “fuck I love you too babe!” Then I started sucking on her ear lobe and neck which made her go “oh fuck that feels amazing!”.

I think her hearing my love confession back made her so happy she pulled away, started smiling, breathing heavy, and moaning in my face while riding me faster and I started trying thrust into her then bit her bottom lip. I then told her how beautiful she looked to me, she asked me while breathing heavy “even when I’m this raw & sweaty?” but in seductful tone. I told her especially when she was like this she was the most beautiful to me. She complimented me back tild me I was handsome, sexy, and exclaimed at how good I felt inside her. I replied at how good I felt while inside her too.

She moaned a little louder but I was honestly impressed at how long she was able to ride me for. I started kissing her neck and suck on her ear while whispering to her how sexy and beautiful she was. She started telling me how she was going to cum as I sucked & kissed on her neck while squeezing one of her ass cheeks tightly.

I could tell as soon as she came because she stopped riding, dug her nails into my back and moaned in this “ooooooooo” sound.

She weirdly started licking the sweat off of my forehead and neck right after she came. I did not mind and went along with it and started licking her sweat too.

I then turned on the air conditioning because anymore I would be dying of the humidity and stuffiness. She then pushed me back on the bed headboard under the window and slowly made her way to my cock kissing and licking every bit of sweat I had.

She then grabbed my cock kissed it smiled at me and started sucking on it. I grabbed her from her closest leg, dragged her leg closer so she would be sucking it from my right side and started fingering her pussy. She moaned on my cock but did not pull it out of her mouth.

But me fingering her more intensely slowed her blowjob down quite a bit like she could not focus. I then decided to pull her leg until we were in 69 position then started eating her pussy out, licking her clit and sucking on her pussy lips.

She kept stopping mid suck and laid her head on my thigh moaning telling me how fucking good this felt. Her pussy was sweaty from earlier so it made it taste salty but I loved it! I was spelling my name “loves” her name and vice versa on her clit with my tongue. She did not know off course but loved how good it felt.

I then awkwardly fit my fingers in her pussy from that angle which was not comfortable but she moaned more and sort of just kept her mouth on my cock without sucking or moving just moaning.

She took a while but then as soon as I started complimenting her and talked about how good her pussy tasted she told me she was going to cum soon then barely a minute later started trembling on my face. I kept licking slower but fingering her more keeping my fingers in a hook pose trying to get her to squirt.

She kept moaning loudly and sort of gave up on blowing me with the occasional lick or kiss on my cock up until she squirted after 10 long minutes later all over my face. At first it felt like I was being water boarded, it tasted very salty and strong but was not bad.

She grabbed a small towel from the table and started wiping my face slightly aggressively. I took the towel away from her hand and wiped my face then kissed her. She seemed weirdly hesitant to kiss me and told me to wash my face first…

I told her it was her liquid, she replied that she felt about it the same guys felt about their own cum. I get up and wash my face in the washroom sink. When I come back she tells me how I am the horniest guy she has been with so far, I shut her up by shoving my semi hard cock in her mouth.

At first she has this shocked face like a “how dare you” but then seemed to ease right away and started sucking. She then took her mouth off my cock and told me she wanted to feel me in her while she turned around and bent her ass towards me.

I was still standing next to the bed so I position her ass a little higher, gave her a loud smack to hear her iconic owww sound then started slowly rubbing the tip of my cock on her pussy back & forth. She was getting wet again, I was getting harder.

I kept teasing by rubbing my cock on her pussy and slightly pushing the head of my cock in then pulling it out. She moaned very lightly enjoying it, but then eventually turned around and asked me to stop teasing her and put it in already.

I started teasing her & annoying her a little telling her whats the hurry, and that we should take our time to enjoy it while rubbing my cock back and forth on her pussy.

She kept saying how it is more enjoyable inside her, and I kept annoying her back until she least expected it and then shoved my cock into her while pulling her hair suddenly where she hilariously let out a loud moan then said “fuck! you fucker!” Angrily then softened up and said “you are so thick inside me…”

But I barely got in more than a few thrusts then started cumming inside her again. She looked back at me shocked. I felt a little embarrassed and apologized for cumming so fast.

She sweetly reassured me it was fine and mentioned that I already got her to cum & squirt so it was fair or something.

But as I was about to sit on the bed she smacked and pushed my ass off telling me that we should shower first before relaxing. She got up looking as tired as I was, she then held my hand grabbed both our towels off the rack and walked me to the shower.

As we showered she would keep sweetly caressing my head and kissing me on the lips. She then looked me in the eye and told me casually “I love you” I was shocked as this time it was definitely not out of lust. I grabbed her face and kissed her back she gave me this worried look after and then I rubbed my eye and told her “I love you too”.

We finished showering and went back to bed naked this time, just laying there tangled up together under the sheets. When we finally woke up, it was already the afternoon, and outside it was still gloomy and raining.

She told me she had not slept in that late since her university days.

I told her I do it all the time when I have a long holiday. She shook her head in disapproval. I told her sleeping in is one of the best parts of holidays and weekends, but she made it obvious she did not agree.

I smacked her ass, then kissed her and told her she would learn soon. She burst out laughing, called me crazy, then kissed me back. We stayed like that for a while, half teasing, half kissing, not in any rush to move. Honestly, it felt like we were on some little honeymoon, hidden away from the world for a day, and the dark rainy sky only made me want to stay there with her even more.

Eventually she told me we could have lunch together, but after that she would need to head home. So we got some food and ate while chatting and half-watching random YouTube videos, stretching the time together a little longer in that quiet domestic way that makes things feel more real.

Later, I walked her to the subway. Before leaving, she hugged me tightly and told me she loved me again. I told her I loved her too, and for a second neither of us really moved to let go. Then we finally did, and each went our separate ways.

About fifteen minutes later, she texted me saying she already missed being with me. I told her I missed her too. It felt like we were slipping into something more serious now, like we had quietly crossed into that real boyfriend-girlfriend stage without having to announce it.

Then I started thinking about my friend.

I figured I should check on her. I decided to call because I was still worried about her, and I hated the way she had hung up before, sounding upset and all over the place. As annoyed as I had been, I still felt bad for her too. She was clearly hurting, and even if she had handled it badly, I knew feelings like that could make people unravel a little.

I called my friend, but she ignored the first two calls. Then she finally messaged me asking what I wanted.

I replied that I just wanted to check on her and see if she was okay. She answered in this passive-aggressive way, telling me to worry about the girl I was fucking instead. The jealousy in it was obvious. I told her that girl had already gone home, and that I just did not like the way we had left things.

She ignored that completely and asked what my plans were for the day. I told her I needed to go buy a few things for the house, and that was about it. After that, she stopped replying again.

About thirty minutes later, just as I was ready to head out, I went downstairs and found her standing there like she had been waiting for me.

The second I saw her, I just stopped.

Her makeup was not done, her hair looked a little messier than usual, and she was dressed in this thrown-on casual outfit that made it obvious she had not come there after carefully putting herself together. She looked like someone who had gotten dressed while upset and left the house before thinking too much about it.

For a second, I just stood there staring at her, caught between surprise and irritation. I had not expected her to actually show up, especially not like that. She looked like she had rushed over on emotion alone and only realized afterward what she must have looked like.

She looked at me almost defensively, like she already knew what I was thinking and did not want me to say it. I asked her what she was doing there, and she just shrugged and said she was nearby. The way she said it was so unconvincing that it almost annoyed me more.

I told her I thought she was upset with me.

She gave me this look and said she was, then added that it did not mean she did not still want to see me. Her tone had that stubborn edge to it, like she had already decided she was coming over and did not care whether it made sense or not.

I did not really know what to say to that. Part of me still felt bad for her, because she looked a mess in a way that made it obvious she had been crying or at least spiraling for a while. But another part of me was starting to feel uneasy. The whole thing felt too intense now, too sudden, like something had shifted and I did not know how to get it back under control.

I asked her if she was okay, and she let out this little laugh that did not sound amused at all. Then she asked if I was really going out to buy things for the house, or if that was just a polite excuse to get away from her.

That irritated me. I told her I had literally just told her what I was doing. She looked away for a second, like she knew she was pushing it, then got quiet.

Standing there in front of me, with her messy hair, bare face, and that thrown-together outfit, she did not look angry anymore so much as hurt. That made it harder, because even though she had been passive-aggressive and unfair, I could still see that this was coming from a real place for her. She looked like someone who had not known what else to do with herself, so she had come to me anyway.

I asked her if she wanted to walk with me.

She looked at me for a second like she had not expected me to say that, then gave a small nod. So we started walking together.

At first it was awkward. She had her arms folded and was staring ahead, and I could still feel the tension in her like she was trying hard to hold herself together. I did not push her right away. I just stayed beside her and kept things light, asking if she had eaten yet, if she had come straight from home, little things like that. She answered, but only barely.

The more I looked at her, the worse I felt. She really did seem like a mess. Not in some dramatic way, just in that obvious way where you can tell someone is trying not to fall apart in public. My irritation started fading. I still thought she had handled everything badly, but I also knew she was hurting, and I did not have it in me to be cold with her when she looked like that.

After a while I told her she did not have to act fine with me if she was not. That made her go quiet again. We kept walking for a few more seconds, then I noticed her face tightening like she was trying not to cry.

I slowed down and asked her what was going on in her head.

That was all it took. She suddenly broke down, started crying properly, and covered her face with one hand like she was embarrassed. I moved her a little out of people’s way and just stayed there with her. I rubbed her back and told her to breathe, that it was okay, that she did not need to hold it in.

She kept apologizing, saying she knew she was being unfair, but that she did not know how to deal with any of this. She said seeing me with someone else, especially someone she knew, made everything feel worse and more real. She admitted she had been jealous, hurt, and angry all at once, and hated how she had acted on the phone.

Then more came out. She told me it was not even just about me. She had already been under pressure from applying for jobs, hearing nothing back, getting rejected, and constantly having to perform in interviews while already feeling drained. She said it was exhausting always feeling like she had to present the best version of herself while quietly feeling worse inside. On top of that, me leaving work soon was making everything worse for her too. She said she had gotten used to seeing me there, looked forward to it more than she ever let on, and liked having me around even when she tried not to make it obvious. She admitted that sometimes she would hold back on purpose, almost wanting to see if I would chase after her or notice more than I did, and when I never really did, it would get in her head too. By the time all of this happened between us, it just tipped everything over.

Then she admitted something else more hesitantly. She said that because we had been sleeping together for the past month and a half, it had started messing with her head more than she wanted to admit. Sometimes after, especially when she was already stressed, she would overthink everything and feel used by me. But then she quickly said she knew that was not exactly fair, because most of the time she had been the one initiating it and pushing things there. She said that was what made it worse. Logically she knew I had not manipulated her and had never tricked her into anything, but emotionally she would still spiral and convince herself of things she knew were probably not true.

I let her get it all out. I could tell she had been carrying it around for a while.

I told her I appreciated her being honest with me. I said I was glad she knew I had never wanted to use or manipulate her, because I never did. But I also said I understood how a month and a half of sleeping together could start blurring things emotionally, especially when she was already stressed and overwhelmed. I told her gently that she could not keep lashing out at me like that, but that I did understand where it was coming from.

She cried harder after that, not because I was being harsh, but because I think she knew I was right. She told me she had not even meant to come over. She had just kept replaying everything in her head, me, us, work, the job stress, all of it, until she could not stand being alone with it anymore.

I told her I was not angry that she came. I was just worried about her.

That seemed to soften her even more. She asked why I was still being so nice to her after the way she had spoken to me. I told her because I cared about her, and because even if she had said unfair things, I knew she was hurting.

By then, buying things for the house did not really feel important anymore. I asked if she wanted to come back with me for a while and just sit somewhere warm. She nodded.

When we got back, I told her to sit down while I made something to eat. She asked if she should help, but I told her no. I made her something simple and comforting, and while I cooked, I kept talking to her from the kitchen so she would not disappear back into her head.

When I brought the food over, I told her to eat first. She did, slowly, and I could tell the food and the quiet were helping settle her. After a while, I asked her to just tell me everything straight. No side comments, no passive-aggressive remarks, no making me guess. Just tell me what she was feeling.

This time she did.

She told me she had gotten more attached to me than she meant to. She had convinced herself she could keep it light, but hearing about me being serious with someone else forced her to face it properly. It was not just about me leaving. It was also the fact that I was no longer emotionally available to her in the way she had quietly hoped. And with everything else in her life already feeling uncertain, it hit even harder.

I listened and let her say everything. Then I told her I was glad she was being honest now, because that was something we could actually deal with. I said I cared about her a lot, and that was exactly why I did not want to mislead her or keep blurring things in a way that would hurt her more later. I reminded her that my relationship was serious, but that did not mean I wanted to stop caring about her as a person.

We sat there for a long time, eating and talking. When she spiraled or made it sound more hopeless than it was, I gently reasoned with her. I told her that being hurt did not mean she was ruined, and that all of this, the job rejections, the interviews, me leaving work, us, and her feelings catching up to her, had gotten tangled together in her head.

By the end of it, she seemed lighter. Still sad, obviously, but calmer. More grounded.

Then she came over and hugged me tightly for a long moment. She thanked me for comforting her and for not turning my back on her when she was a mess. I hugged her back and told her it was okay.

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Part 9 coming soon