Met up with a friend for karaoke night. Got more than I bargained for [m/f] | 2016

I'm in a serious, committed relationship, and earlier in the day my boyfriend came over. He's a spectacular lover and we had fantastic sex (I came twice), then we watched a movie before he had to leave for work. I was so satisfied from that day/afternoon that I did not expect any of what followed that evening.

This bar not too far from me does karaoke nights on Wednesdays, and I just really wanted to go have a drink or two and sing, so I decided to go on my own. I have this friend from college, and we'd been texting, and when I told him what I was going to do he said he would join me. We're pretty close friends and I hadn't seen him in a while, so I was thrilled and touched that he was going to make the hour-long drive from where he lives to come hang out with me.

When he saw me he immediately gave me a long, lingering hug, and that was my first sign that something was up. Now, when I say we're good friends, I mean we text and snapchat each other almost every day. I've helped him through his breakup and he's given me sound advice when things were rough in the beginning with my boyfriend. But this guy and I have had our history. I've drunkenly told him how much I wish I could date him (while he still had a girlfriend, which I'm so embarrassed about now), and before he was the sensible one telling me I should calm down and think it over again when I'm sober because he didn't feel that way for me. He was right, and we've been really good friends ever since, but now that I'm over it it seems the tables have turned...

Anyway, we grabbed drinks and put our names on the karaoke list. We were talking and laughing and I looked at my phone and noticed it was 11:11. "Make a wish!" I said enthusiastically, "but don't tell me or it won't come true!" He closed his eyes, thinking, then he opened them, leaned over and kissed me. "Look at that, it came true," he said. I tried to brush it off and told him we couldn't do stuff like that, but I couldn't deny that I liked it. Throughout the night we kept making excuses for physical contact, and when we finally decided to leave he had his arm around me and I had my head resting against his shoulder.

He had parked in a completely different spot than me so I walked him to his car and had him drive me back to mine. He pulled up next to my car and we said goodbye... and then made out like horny teenagers. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't stop myself. He wasn't sure how much he could get away with, so he didn't let his hands wander too far at first. Then slowly, his hand made its way to my ass and gave it a squeeze. I moaned into his mouth in return. He traveled back up and found my breast, quickly finding my nipple and teasing it through my clothes. I hadn't done anything like this since high school, and it was turning me on so badly.

"You like that?"

"Yeah." I breathed the word into his neck.

"Move to the back. There's more room there."

I still wasn't quite sure how far we were going to take this, but I didn't want to stop, so I obeyed and got into the back seat. "You want this top out of the way?" He asked me. "Yes," I said, already peeling my shirt off. I freed my breasts from my bra, and he started caressing them like they were the last pair of boobs he'd ever get to hold.

Now don't get me wrong, my boyfriend knows how to please me, but this guy knew how to work my nipples like nobody I'd ever met. All the licking, sucking, teasing, was driving me absolutely wild, and he only ever stopped to say things like "Yeah, you like that? Tell me how much. I want to hear how much you like that." My boyfriend never says anything like that to me in bed, and it was SO sexy to me.

He laid me all the way down in his back seat and worked his hand lower and started rubbing me through my jean shorts. The teasing was killing me and I couldn't contain my moans. I was completely at his mercy, and he knew it. He unbuttoned my shorts. "Take these off" he commanded. His voice was soft but stern. My heart was racing not only because I was so nervous to be cheating on my boyfriend, but because I had never been so turned on in my life. He undressed down to his underwear while I fumbled with my shorts and panties. Then his fingers traced my slit where I was already dripping wet, and began circling my clit. "Tell me how you want it" he said, and I directed him, "Faster, slower, faster, faster! More!" until I couldn't speak anymore and I was cumming.

I lay there in ecstasy for a few moments, then I flipped him on his back and it was my turn. I pulled his boxers down and licked all the way up from the base of his shaft, swirling my tongue around the head a few times before taking him in my mouth. He was a bit smaller than my boyfriend, but still a good size. I sucked his dick for barely a minute or two before he pulled me back up, kissed me, and slid himself inside me.

Fucking in the back of a car is not usually the most comfortable thing, but we made it work somehow. "Just relax, let me start off slow" he said, then let out a small sigh "You feel so good." We picked up the pace and before long I was begging for him to give it to me harder. He obliged, pounding into me with even more force, each thrust harder and faster than the last. His breathing got heavier, and finally he gave one last thrust, pressing my body as tightly to him as possible, and I felt his cock throbbing inside me from his orgasm.

We stayed there, sweaty and panting for a moment, before I slowly slid off of him and curled up in the seat beside him. We were silent for a while, until guilt overwhelmed me. I looked up at him. "I really hope you don't judge me for what we just did." He looked back at me, puzzled. "Why would I judge you? That was just as much my fault, probably more so." "I don't know. I just don't want you to get a bad idea of me or think differently of me." He smiled, and kissed me again. "Why would I think any differently of you? You're still one of my best friends, and you always will be. I care a lot about you. Plus," he added, "you have amazing boobs." "Thanks," I said, laughing, "I care a lot about you too."

So we went our separate ways. I got home at three in the morning, took a shower to get the smell of sex off of me, and went to sleep. When I woke up I still felt a twinge of guilt, but I doubt this will ever happen again, and for now it's kind of fun to have a dirty little secret.