I sat at my desk, earbuds in, listening to music as my fingers danced across the laptop’s keyboard. The essay wasn’t due for a few more days, but unlike some people, I didn’t leave these things to the last minute. That was just unnecessary stress, something I didn’t need in my life right now.
Since I had the free time, I might as well knock it out while I still could, or at least, that was my logic. It wasn’t like the subject was very hard, not to me anyway. Yet, right when I was getting in the rhythm, that’s when it happened.
Morgan burst into my bedroom like a wrecking ball. She threw the door open, her blonde hair flapping wildly in her wake as she rushed in, shouting. “Guess what happened now?”
Her voice drowned out the music in my ears. The unexpected nature of her arrival left my heart pounding with fear. Given that I was alone in my own home, what with my parents having gone out for the day, that was understandable.
What’s more, I didn’t immediately realize it was her. As such, I spun around on my chair with such haste that I nearly fell out of it in the process.
The relief I felt upon seeing it was just my childhood friend, and not some burglar or assailant could not be understated. Of course, that emotion paled in comparison to my anger. A fact that only grew more notable as she made herself at home. That’s right, Morgan, ever herself, no matter where she was, kicked off her shoes and plopped herself down on my bed.
Tearing the earbuds from my ears, I gave her a sharp glare. She paid it no attention, not even as I furrowed my brows and crossed my arms. As close as the two of us were, she could really be a handful. She cared little for what others thought, doing only what she wanted, when she wanted.
When we were younger, she would often drag me along into whatever trouble she was determined to get into. I had little choice in the matter. Nowadays, I found it easier to say no to her, not that she ever listened. Still, she couldn’t physically drag me away anymore. Instead, she just brought the trouble to my doorstep.
That was what this was. I didn’t know that for sure yet, not without any proof. Yet, every fiber of my being was telling me that was the case. She was up to something. I’d gotten a pretty good sixth sense for it after all these years.
“What the hell, Morgan!” I sighed. “You can’t just barge into my room uninvited. For all you knew, I could’ve been doing something… private. Actually, wait a minute… How did you even get into my house? My parents aren’t home, and I’m pretty sure the front door was locked.”
“Please, your folks still keep their spare key under the same rock they have all these years, and besides, we’re friends, aren’t we?” She brushed aside my concerns, completely ignoring the former part of my complaint, and all with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Anyway, what I was going to say before you so rudely interrupted was… Sasha has a boyfriend now!”
Like a petulant child throwing a temper tantrum, Morgan kicked her feet wildly in the air. “That handsome baseball guy at school asked her out today. I mean, I’m happy for my friends, but seriously… Two of them have found someone this week alone.”
At the drop of the hat, she jumped up from the bed, pulled her phone from her pocket, and shoved it in my face. “Look, see! Sasha sent me this photo as soon as they got together. Don’t they look SO happy? Agh, she even captioned it, saying as much.”
“I don’t get it. Why are you annoyed?”
“It’s just weird, you know? All my friends are finding boyfriends and pairing off left, right, and center. At this rate, I’m going to be the only one that’s single, and that just makes me feel… Is there something wrong with me?”
“Yes,” I deadpanned.
“Ha, ha, ha.” She sarcastically responded. “Geez, man, have some sympathy for your poor, loveless friend. If this continues, I’m going to be alone forever.”
I rolled my eyes again. Morgan was only eighteen, just like me. So what if she never had a boyfriend yet? That didn’t indicate anything about her future. I was sure she would be able to find a nice man eventually. Of course, that would happen sooner rather than later if her wild side calmed down a little.
“Maybe I’m coming on too strong, or… not strong enough.” She mused aloud, the latter of which was a thought that sent shivers down my spine. No one needed that. I could barely imagine just how horrific that prospect would be.
“If only you were straight. You’d make the perfect boyfriend.” She sighed whimsically.
“…” I opened my mouth to speak, to repeat the same thing I had told her over and over, even though she had never gotten it into that thick skull of hers.
Of course, she just bulldozed straight past it, not giving me the opportunity to get even a single word in. “I really mean it too! We get along so well. We never fight, and you actually listen to me when I ramble on. Plus, you’re funny, sweet, and caring, but I guess the universe just has other plans, huh? Silly universe, not realizing what a catch I am.”
Before I realized what I was doing, I slammed my fist down onto the desk. The impact rang through the room as she finally stopped speaking. Her eyes widened in surprise as I shot up from my chair. It rolled back in my wake, scraping across the floor and slamming into the wall.
“Listen to me, Morgan!” I shouted as I towered over her on my bed. “I’m straight, okay. Why can’t you get it already? I am one hundred percent STRAIGHT! I don’t know how many more ways I can tell you this before you believe me, but I swear to God…”
Her surprise almost immediately gave way. My sudden outburst didn’t actually affect her much, despite how intimidating other women might find a man of my stature getting up in their faces.
“Aw, you don’t need to be like that.” She smiled at me. “I know it can be hard being in the closet and all, but I’m an ally. You can always talk with me. No judgment. I’m here for you.”
My jaw clenched in frustration, and I ran my hands through my hair. I really didn’t know what to do about this. At first, I had thought she was just messing with me, but years have gone by since then, and she still believed it. This wasn’t even the first time I had shouted about it. Seriously, what the fuck! Why couldn’t she just get it into her head already?
“MORGAN! Goddammit, this is getting annoying.” I snapped. “I’m not gay. This is not funny anymore. It’s never been funny. You’re seriously pissing me off.”
For a brief moment her smile faltered, but then it bloomed again. “Don’t be so—”
“NO, SHUT UP!” I yelled at her, not giving her a chance to brush it aside as I began pacing back and forth across the room. “You don’t get it. You and your stupid stubbornness…”
“People at school actually think I’m gay because of you. You think you have it hard trying to find a boyfriend. Try having all the girls you flirt with think you’re gay.”
Suddenly turning on her, I closed the distance, once more getting in her face as I wagged a finger at her. “Tell me, what would it take to finally get you to understand I’m straight? Do I need to fuck some girl in front of you or something?”
Morgan, being Morgan, laughed off my frustrations as if they were nothing. “Oh, you’re so dramatic. I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Getting all up close and intimate with a cute girl… I doubt you could get it up. Hey, you know… there’s a cute girl in front of you. But seriously, you don’t have to do anything crazy—”
My childhood friend’s mirthful voice was cut off as I acted. I don’t know what possessed me to do it. I moved before I could think it through, but the next thing I knew I was atop her on my bed, pinning her beneath me.
My face hovered over hers, mere inches separating us. Her bright green eyes stared up at me, wide with surprise. For a brief moment there was blissful silence as her mouth hung agape. Of course, she couldn’t be quiet for long; that just wasn’t in her nature.
“Wow, so forceful. This is like the most manly I think I’ve ever seen you act.”
Even now she was pushing and prodding at me, as if she were purposefully trying to get a reaction. Understandably, my frustration only grew more and more intense. “Listen, Morgan. If you say another word, I’ll really do it. I’ll show you just how straight I am, no matter what it takes.”
“Then do it.” She called my bluff, or at least, that’s what she thought. I wasn’t bluffing.
In one swift action, my hands shot towards her shirt. Gripping the fabric by its hem, I yank it up over her body. From the waist up, her upper body was now laid bare. A lacy, black bra was all that covered the expanse of her delicate, fair skin.
I didn’t hesitate for even a second. Frustration continued to fuel my actions as my hands tore towards said bra. In a matter of seconds, I ripped that from her too. Now there was nothing covering her chest. Her pert, little breasts were there for me to see in all their glory, with her pink nipples sitting stiffly atop them.
It was only then that I hesitated. The realization of what I was doing to my childhood friend struck me to my core. Was this wrong, to force myself on her like so? Then again, she wasn’t telling me to stop.
“Is that all you’ve got in you?” Morgan chuckled.
In a way, it was almost like she wanted me to do this, to take things even further, but that couldn’t be right, could it? Swept up in the heat of the moment, I couldn’t see her actions for what they actually were. All I knew was my frustration and determination to finally put the girl in her place.
To that end, I reached down and groped her breasts. It was the first time I had ever touched a woman like that, and oh boy, did it not disappoint. Although her breasts were rather petite, my fingers sank into her soft flesh all the same.
Beneath my touch, her tits gave way to my squeezing and kneading. I might’ve been a little rough with her, but when my thumbs brushed against her nipples, it was clear I wasn’t the only one enjoying this.
A gasp escaped her lips, and her back arched ever so slightly. That became especially so as I showed her nipples more and more attention. I pinched those sensitive little nubs between my fingers, coaxing them to an even greater stiffness. It was more than apparent this was a weak spot for her, one I was determined to exploit.
Morgan’s gasps soon turned to moans. Her mouth hung open as her eyes rolled back into her head, and that’s when I struck. I brought my lips to hers, catching them in a searing embrace.
My first kiss, hers too as far as I knew, was a lot more needing and demanding than either of us could’ve ever expected. I laid claim to her mouth with a level of possessiveness I didn’t know I possessed. My tongue practically shoved its way down her throat. Yet most surprising of all was how she returned the kiss with just as much fervor. Maybe even a little more.
One of Morgan’s hands clutched at my shirt, holding on for dear life. The other, however, reached around, clutching at the back of my head as she held me in place. I couldn’t pull away from the kiss even if I wanted to.
So much pent-up longing and frustration was poured into that kiss. As much as I tried to repress it, I couldn’t lie to myself any longer. I had been pining for Morgan for months, if not years. That’s why it annoyed me so much that she thought I was gay. Clearly if she thought that, then she obviously didn’t have feelings for me, not like the ones I had been hiding for her, even from myself.
Now though, I had my chance, not only to convince her of my true sexuality but to also lay claim to both her body and heart. To that end, my hands continued to tweak and tease her nipples even as we kissed like a pair of horny teens going at it for the first time, which in all fairness, we were.
Beneath me, Morgan squirmed, torn between her instincts. Not to mention the surge of heat building within her core. It was hard for anyone, man or woman, to kiss like this and not feel anything.
What’s more, my hands soon slid down her body. A whimper escaped her lips through our embrace as they reached their destination. That was, of course, between her legs. Her entire body flinched in surprise, but her reaction was no more than that. If she didn’t want this to happen, she made no sign of it. If anything, the way she kissed me with renewed passion was a cue for me to continue on, and so I did.
My fingers reached under her skirt, their tips drifting teasingly lightly across the crotch of her panties. Even with just that little contact, I could feel how hot her core was, how wet she was for me.
Clearly she wasn’t gay either, not that I ever thought as much. She went on about wanting a boyfriend enough that I was under no illusion about that. Still, it was nice to know I could turn my childhood friend on so damn much.
Slipping under Morgan’s panties, her body shuddered as my fingers found her slick folds. She gasped into my mouth, especially as I delved inside her tight heat. I didn’t hesitate for even a second, fingering her.
The wet, sensitive walls of her vagina coiled down around me like nothing I had ever felt before. Despite being a virgin, she eagerly bucked her hips, grinding herself against my hand. I took this in the only way I knew how, as a sign she wanted it; she wanted more. As such, I continued unabated.
With two fingers inside her and my lips locked with her own, I continued to pleasure my childhood friend and crush. Using a well-placed thumb, I was able to tease her clit even as I did that. The little bundle of nerves was practically putty in my hands. With every touch and every caress of it, she tensed down around my fingers, curled up inside her.
Soon enough Morgan was forced to tear her lips away from mine. Gasping for air, her green eyes now darkened with lust and a sense of urgency. In the seconds that followed it was her turn to not hesitate.
And so, without missing a beat, she reached down for the waistband of my pants. I let her pull them down and fish out my manhood, even as I continued to pleasure her. The girl’s shocked expression as she finally laid eyes on me in all my glory was just icing on the cake.
If she really thought I was gay before, I doubt she did now. Gay men didn’t get this turned on kissing and fingering their female friends. Yet, I wasn’t satisfied with how far we had gone. There was still more I needed to do, more I needed to prove to her. She was far too stubborn for anything else, and it wasn’t looking like she was going to complain about it either.
To that end, I grabbed her thighs with both hands. It broke my heart to pull my dripping wet fingers out of her pussy, but I knew something much more fun would be going inside there soon enough.
Speaking of which, I spread her legs wide beneath me. For the first time, I laid eyes on her womanhood. Before I had just been blindly fingering her as we kissed, but now it was all there, laid bare before my hungry gaze.
God, was her pussy erotic or what? It was the first one I had ever seen in real life, and porn did not do them justice. That delicate shade of pink… The way her folds glistened with the arousal dripping from her… It sent shivers down my spine.
Unable to resist, I lined myself up with her. The head of my throbbing cock nuzzled against her virgin hole as I looked up at her. Despite the force and roughness with which I had my way early, that didn’t quite seem right now. So, instead, I looked at her, my eyes shining with an unspoken question.
Morgan didn’t say anything; she just gave me a slight nod of the head. That was all I needed, and with it, I no longer held myself back. A primal grunt tore from my lips as I thrust my cock inside her. In an instant I buried my big, thick cock deep inside her virgin vagina.
A strangled sound tore from Morgan’s throat, half moan, half pained cry. It was, after all, her first time, and she wasn’t quite prepared for just how large I was. Still, the feel of her tight, untouched walls clenching down around me was exquisite.
She surrendered herself to me completely, mind, body and soul, or at least, that’s what it felt like. Something that was especially as I thrust in and out of her like a wild animal in heat.
Soon enough, the pained half of her shrieking fell away. There was only the pleasure left in her tone, a fact that echoed within the walls of my bedroom.
Let me tell you, it was a good thing my parents weren’t home. If anyone else was home, they would’ve immediately known what we were up to. Then again, I was pretty sure they already thought we were fucking even though we never came close before that afternoon.
“God, Morgan… You’re so tight. Fuck, I’ve wanted this for so long… wanted you.” I moaned aloud, lost in the heat of the moment, so much so I didn’t care about what I was saying.
She could only whimper in response. All the while, her tight, wet walls clenched and fluttered around me as if threatening to pull me deeper. The look on her face was to die for too. The way she scrunched up her nose, her eyes glazed over with pleasure… God, it was good.
For once in my life, I had turned the tables on her. Now I was the one setting the pace. Boy, did it feel great or what? What’s more, I couldn’t help but tease her further. After all she had put me through, it was the least she deserved.
To that end, I leaned down. With my head mere inches from her own, I stared straight into her deep green eyes. My voice came out in a low, fervent rasp, my breath hot against her face. “Still think I’m gay, Morgan? Or maybe now that you can feel just how hard I am for you, just how deep I can fuck your tight, virgin pussy, you will finally admit the truth.”
As if to further prove my point, I picked up the pace. My pelvis slammed against hers. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh rang out, and of course, so too did her moans as I managed to hit deeper and harder inside her. All the while her dripping wet pussy squelched around me, coating more and more of me in her arousal.
Morgan’s lips were constantly agape as moan after moan slipped from them. Yet, now they trembled for a different reason. There was an emotion there I had not seen in her before, a vulnerability. Whatever she was trying to say, she found great struggle in getting out the words.
“Of course, I know you’re not gay… I’ve always known.” She eventually managed to get out.
“What the hell…”
Her words hit me like a truck. A part of me had suspected as much, at least in the beginning. It had gone on for long enough that it seemed impossible, and as such, the revelation was shocking to say the least. So much so, my efforts to give her a good, hard fucking faltered.
“Then why are you constantly saying I am?
“Don’t stop! Keep fucking me.” Morgan begged with a desperate look on her adorably scrunched-up face.
And as mad as I was with her at the moment in time, I was also incredibly horny, so of course I gave her what she wanted. I just happen to also take out a little of my frustrations in the process. All that really meant though, was that I put a little bit more force into my thrusts, not that she seemed to mind.
Thankfully, it wasn’t all too overwhelming for her, and after a couple moments, she answered the burning question on my mind. “Because I like you, dummy.”
“That’s stupid!” I groaned, and I would’ve rolled my eyes if they weren’t already rolled back in my head thanks to the tight pleasure of her pussy. “How does that even relate? It’s not like constantly calling me gay would help us get together.
“It worked, didn’t it?” Morgan gave me a smug grin, one that sent a shiver down my spine.
“I guess it did.” I sighed.
The worst part was that she was actually right. It did work, didn’t it? The fact we were currently fucking was proof of that. Not to mention, that we both basically just confessed our feelings for one another.
There was no winning with this girl, not that I was complaining. As annoying as she could be, she did have her good qualities. Speaking of which, I could feel my climax fast approaching. Honestly, it was a miracle I lasted this long, but that was not going to continue for much longer.
With one last surge of vigor, I leaned forward and captured Morgan’s lips in a searing kiss. Like that, our tongues tangled with one other, swallowing each other’s moans. All the while, we hurtled over the inevitable edge together.
She could only whimper and mewl into my mouth as her body trembled. As if on instinct, her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer and taking away the option of pulling out. Like that, our passion and pleasure crested as one. We were two friends finally giving in to that which had long burned between them. Sure, it was unspoken before now, but it had always been there nonetheless.
Morgan’s back arched, pressing her petite breasts firmly against my chest. Meanwhile, wave after wave of white-hot ecstasy crashed over her. The walls of her vagina clamped down around my cock like a vise, coaxing me to my own climax.
With a guttural groan, I buried myself as deep into her as I could and released everything I had. My thick, hot load filled her spasming depths to the brim. I had no idea if she was on birth control or not, but at the moment in time I didn’t care. The pleasure was like lightning coursing through my body, setting my nerves on fire. It was the best thing I had ever felt, and that was no understatement.
I filled Morgan with so much cum that it overflowed from her pussy. When I collapsed beside her on the bed, left a panting mess, it oozed from her freshly fucked hole. She could barely move herself, and as such, the cum freely dripped down her and made a mess of the sheets.
“God, that was fucking amazing…” I murmured a few moments later after the room stopped spinning and I was able to collect myself.
That’s when I caught sight of it, as I tried weakly to sit up beside her. Boy, did seeing your cum drip from a woman dp wonders for your sense of pride, or what. Of course, it also filled me with more than a little worry. All the thoughts that slipped my mind in the heat of the moment were back stronger than ever.
I just creampied my childhood friend. What if she got pregnant?
As if sensing my thoughts, Morgan put a hand on my arm and weakly muttered. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Are you on birth control?” I asked, my worries already a little settled thanks to her reassuring words. Because surely, if she wasn’t worried, that meant she was… right?
“No. I didn’t think we would be going quite so far, quite so suddenly. So I didn’t get the chance” She shrugged nonchalantly. “But it is what it is. No matter what happens, you’ll be beside me, won’t you?”
“Of course.” I didn’t hesitate to respond, which brought a happy smile to both our faces.
What’s more, she didn’t hesitate to reach up and grab my head so that she could pull me down toward her for a kiss. Although, this embrace wasn’t like before, during the heat of the moment. No, this kiss was softer, more tender and intimate. It was a loving one and held a promise of much more intimacy to come, both in the short term and the long.
As we kissed, Morgan melted in my arms. Yet, I could still sense the mischievous glint that would’ve been in her eyes if they were open. Why that was the case became apparent when I felt her hand caress my suddenly reinvigorated cock.
“Looks like I’m not going to be the only single one in my friend group after all.” She laughed.
Things were looking up for her in that regard, but the same couldn’t be said for my essay. Could you blame me, though? With a girl as pretty as her in my bed, both naked and eager, the next few days were a blur.
For once in my life I left my school work to the last second before hurriedly cranking it out in a panic. Oh, and of course, that wasn’t the only consequence of our actions that day.
Our lack of protection came back and made itself known, not that either of us were really that upset when we found out she was pregnant. My life was looking great. In fact, it was the best it had ever been with her by my side. And with a baby on the way, I had a feeling it was only going to get better and better.
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