[F]riends with Benefits [M] | 2016

So I've had a major ladyboner for my male best friend since the day we met. You can't really blame me; he's tall, built, with long hair and a thing for tight tshirts, but somehow seemingly unaware of his powers over me. I'm 5'6, skinny/toned, brunette. I think I'm pretty, in an unpolished but fresh sort of way. My breasts would be barely a handful for him, but at least I can rock the braless, obvious nips look. He could pick me up and fuck me against a wall like it's nothing. I have an absurd number of sex dreams about him. When we have class together, I spend the whole thing daydreaming about blowing him right there and then, kneeling under the table in the back of the lecture hall.

So why haven't I banged him yet? Well, I think I'd kind of accidentally friendzoned him with my shyness. We'd talked about how great it would be to have no-strings-attached, just-for-pleasure, sex with someone since we both don't have time for relationships but I just couldn't make the move to suggest doing it together.

I invited him to my place last saturday. We had just worked out together so when we get there, we take turns with showering. I, of course, shave everything to silky smoothness out of some hopeless desire (and because being bare makes me horny... something about awareness of my wetness). I change into my skimpiest shorts and a tank with no bra. It's too cold for this (which may be part of my plan), so I get a blanket for us to share while we watch netflix/talk as usual. I let my legs touch his hand "accidentally" under the blanket. He doesn't move. Over the course of the night, I inched closer to him so slowly it's painful to reflect upon. I can't imagine that kind of restraint now.

But nothing happened. Either he's fucking oblivious or I don't know. It's late and he lives far away so I offer him the spare bedroom and head to bed to keep my vibrator company.

I can't sleep. The vibrator is nothing compared to how I imagined his cock. I lie awake fantasizing. I can't take it anymore. I throw on an oversized tshirt, grab a condom, and quietly but purposefully make my way to his room. I wordlessly slip through the door and stand staring at him in the dark. He's awake. I drop my shirt on the floor and he just stares at me, standing there naked, holding a condom. So I fucking threw it at him.

I climbed on top and aggressively kissed him. My lust (lol damn this is starting to sound porn-y) had been repressed for so fucking long that there was no stopping me, no hesitation. He slid his hand up my thighs to my ass, discovering my warm wetness. I felt like I should be shaking, but I was on autopilot. I stripped the blankets off of him, ripped his shorts off and dived onto his cock like a madwoman, sucking with hungry enthusiasm. I'm loud and like it rough, as he knows from our painfully platonic discussions, so he flips me over, biting my neck and shoulders, tweaking my nipple with his damn sexy huge calloused man hands. I'm begging internally to be fucked, but I fight it, resisting and teasing. He easily overpowers me and slides himself in. Soon I'm thrusting my hips in time with him, clutching his ass to force him deeper, and screaming "harder!". He stabs my g-spot with each thrust. I fight for top and grind myself to orgasm, then switch to sliding up and down his cock, his hands guiding my hips, until he cums. I pick up my shirt and leave him, sweaty and exhausted, without a word.

Sunday morning, we did not talk about it, we just made plans for him to "come over" again this saturday (today!). I saw him this week and everything was normal, although now I have to fight the urge to passionately kiss him in public even harder. I just hope the second time can live up to the first. :/