I fucked (M)y (F)antasy girlfriend then got friend zoned...I think | 2016

At he time of first contact I was hanging with my brother and this other set of orphan brothers. Doing manual labour in the oilfields. We were centrally located and had pooled our limited resources and rented a 3 bedroom apartment. It worked but a recession had hit. Mike was by far the cooler of the brothers. Kinda street wise kool kid .If you want a visual image think Lou Diamond Philips. The kind of look that sucks girls in right away. Funny and fun to be around. Always good for a party. Thats most of what we did in those days. Drink beer and hunt down weed. All of us managed to get on the same rig and that cemented our financial dependence of each other. Sharing transport, hotels, etc. When the recession hit at first it was all fun and games but things got tighter after a few months. Mike had been hanging with the dope smoking party crowd which for such a small city was quite sizeable. We had been in this hole of an apartment a couple months. Mike comes in one day all grinning from ear to ear. Seems he had been introduce to the cousin of his dope dealing taxi buddy. She was suppose to be hot and had practically had the clothes ripped off him. She fucked him and made him cum far to fast. However he assured me that he more then made up for it and fucked her a couple more times that afternoon. Mike is a pretty fit guy and at the time in the his early twenties I have little doubt that he showed her who’s boss. So Mike is around a lot less hanging with his new bud’s but for the most part off fucking his new friend. A couple of weeks with the mystery girl and she makes a a appearance one night while we are out drinking. It’s a noisy grunge filled bar filled the dregs of teenage underworld. It was here that we got our first glimpse of the new girl.

First impression she wasn’t cute like the girl next door sort of cute more like pretty. I mean very pretty like a a younger version of a cross mix between Cher and Angelina Jolie except not as tall. She had great tits. Large handful that that looked so much better because a her incredibly flat stomach. One of the best assets next to that sinful look she had no trouble exuberayting. Her Ass-Nice shape, firm and with a heart shape. What ever she wore that ass made it look good. I still love that ass. The first thing that went through my head was that she was really hot. The next was that I can’t believe that my buddy had been fucking THAT, for the last two weeks steady. That means that he has had his dick in that girl at least 20 separate times. Not that that matters but I hadn’t been close to getting laid in over a year and he had been fucking THAT. Life just didn’t seem fair somehow. She seemed nice. Party girl that could keep up with the boys. After that night she became one of the gang. She was out with us all the time. I got to chatting her up and she was pretty cool to hang with. She became part of the entourage.

Things changed a few weeks later with her living situation and had to relocate quickly. Mike moved her in with us which changed things dramatically. Our crappy little 3 bedroom apt with the 70’s style shag rug, cinder brick 2X6 shelving and dumpster couches was a little basic. Things went well for the most part. It was a nice distraction. Her tits filled out a t-shirt to perfection and you could wrap that ass in anything and it would be worth watching.

Must have been about a week maybe 2 after she moved in that all 5 of us were sitting around the living room watching TV. Mike and Jessica excuse themselves and head off to bed. Their room is the one right next to the living room. so the three of us are sitting there when the unmistakable sounds of Jessica's moaning filters through the walls. Audible enough that you could hear it anywhere in the living room. It was how she was moaning that was so intoxicating. The other two quickly excused themselves and retreated to their bedrooms leaving me to crash in the living room. You could hear her clearly throughout the apartment.

From where I was sitting had the wall not been there I would have been able to touch her. I could hear her clearly panting followed buy a grunt or incredibly erotic moan. Wasn’t long before the panting decreased and she started give out a much louder audible indication that she was enjoying the cock. I heard Mike plain as day telling her to keep it down despite he was obviously whispering. “I don’t care” was her exact response. After the little exchange he went back to fucking her. Her head might well be cradled in my arm she sounded so close. His fucking picked up pace and so did the guttural moans they welled up from somewhere deep inside her.

The last sexual experience I had at that point was tit fucking a chick on the kitchen table at a party, after we were the last two left. No condom and she didn’t want to give me a blow job so that was our solution. She was pretty good looking with a decent rack. A first for me and a totally enjoyable experience. However that was a year ago. The combination of my desire for pussy and the pussy I desired getting fucked a mere three feet away was madding.

To say I was getting off on this would be a serious understatement. The other guys I am sure were jerking off in their own private cubicles. There is no way that this amateur porn stars love of a good fuck was not reverberating just as audibly through out the rest of the apartment. I had my cock out at this point and was jerking off in time to the rhythm of her moans. She was building to another orgasm and I was matching pace. As she gave in to her orgasm so did I and we came together within seconds of each other. Her a meter away, me, the other side of the universe.

The next day life resumed as if nothing had happened. Speaking for myself I was hooked on this girls audible enjoyment of a cock in her pussy. I don’t recall another whole apartment wall to wall audible performance but I did get into the habit of quietly entering the apartment if I thought they were home alone. This paid off twice. The most notable being once i quietly turned the key and slid in the door. Their shoes were there and the kitchen and living room showed no signs of life. Bingo, they had to be in their room their was only one reason they would be there. Sure enough I could hear the muffled sound of something going on. A glance down the hallway show that the door was ajar by a couple inches. I stealthily moved toward the opening knowing I could still explain away my presence. Given the position of he bed I was pretty certain they wouldn’t see if they were in a sleeping position. My lust to see her getting fucked out weighted my terror at the thought of getting caught. Besides whatever they were doing seemed to be keeping them occupied. A exploratory glance relieved the soles of Jessy's feet. Another inch allowed me to follow those feet to her knees which were both on the carpet. besides which were Mike’s bare legs with his jeans own around one ankle. She was giving him a blow job! I didn’t dare push it any further no matter how much I wanted to see those full lips around a cock. I could safely make out her back and the cascade of dark brown hair I admired so much. Mike by the sounds of it was loving it, while very 10 or 15 seconds she would let out an appreciative moan of her own that can only come from a girl with a cock in her mouthing loving what she was doing. I recall she suddenly shifted positions and I was worried maybe she was coming out for a glass of water or something. should I walk past the room and say oops sorry rather then getting caught in the hallway with a hard on. before I could come up with a course of action Mike let out a slightly different tone. I risked glancing in again. I saw the back her head sideways and down. I assumed that she was licking his balls followed by what I can only imagine was her tongue tracing a line along the underside of his cock back up to the head followed by the rhythmic bobbing that goes with every good blow job. I might have spent maybe 5 or 6 minutes listening before deciding to get out of there. I quietly back traced my steps all the while I could hear Mike approaching climax and the unmistakable sound of a cock getting the cum drawn out of it. Got go thought I, she might be a spitter.

The last time I got a major Jessica fix was when our rig moved a few provinces away. She had taken some vacation time and drove down with us. My vehicle at the time was over loaded and she had to sit on a pillow on a console between us. This meant that her pussy was inches from my right hand and those magnificent breasts were at eye level the whole journey. She wore short short jean cutoffs and a halter top to help combat the prairie summer. It was madding but oh so enjoyable having her in such close proximity for such a long time.

We settled into the work routine. Mike of course would be dropping hints daily about how much sex he was getting. At some point we moved into suite that had a couple bedrooms. Mike and Jess still had their own room at the far end of the hallway. I crept by it a couple times but no action. Besides it would be creepy hanging out in the hallway ear to the door. On my second stealth run I figured out a plan. I went down to the front desk and told them I needed another room besides the suite because of a shift change. I dropped a stupid small amount of cash for the room next to them. I’d been over to their room and new which wall their bed was up against so I new which side to rent. Both were available.

The next day was the same routine. Off to work, few beers in the bar and usually supper there also. I gave Mike and Jess a 15 minute head start the first night with my new room. This 100 year old fire trap of a hotels sound migration made the old apartment sound like a concrete bunker. I would hear every word they said no matter the decibel level. It was about 20 minutes from the time I they left the bar that I stealthily entered my room adjacent to theirs. for the first five minutes or so i thought that maybe they had actually gone straight to bed. I settled onto the bed beer in hand making sure to be as quite as possible. I’m sure they had no idea that anybody had occupied the room beside them. I’d brought along a couple beer so i sipped the first figuring I’d go back to my real room when I heard the first sounds of something positive about a minute later. Yep, I knew that sound. Mike was getting a blow job. They hadn’t wasted any time. I slid my jeans down around my ankles and with a beer in one hand and my cock in the other i massaged my cock to the image of a Jessy Blow Job. My back was resting up against the wall. I couldn’t have been more then two feet from the action. This night I was in for a new treat . From the position of their voices and the shuffling it was obvious that she was preparing to mount him. Out of the dozen or so times that I had heard them fuck this was the first cowgirl position that I can remember.

I distinctly remember her expelling her breath as she impaled herself on his cock. The creepy bed started to produce a rhythm and slowly the sound of her breathing accelerated. She went from a heavy panting to a low moan. Thats my girl! I picked up my rhythm of stroking to match her down stroke. When her pussy went down on Mike’s cock and expelled a gasp, my hand and cock were right there with her. The pac increased and every once in awhile her had would slap up against the wall, I assume to regain balance.

Once again I was trying to time my orgasm with hers. By now i could tell at what stage she was at and the increase in pace was a sure sign that we were both getting there. With a bit of saliva I lubed up my hand and squeezed my dick a little tighter imagining that this what her wet tight pussy must feel like. Eyes closed I could see her straddling me, the sweet inner muscles of her pussy squeezing my member. I would have sold my soul at that moment to have her riding me. Those exquisite breast bouncing up and down. Reaching up and massaging those works of human art, hair cascading over her shoulders and down the fronton her face. She lets one orgasmic moan after another escape her lips. We built to a crescendo together. Right on cue she comes and so do I. I remember shuttering uncontrollably as a long rope of cum shoots out of my dick. Followed by a couple more. I mange to cover the front of my t-shirt getting it on my neck and a dab on my chin. Fuck, I don’t think I had ever cum so hard in my life. I just wanted at that moment to kiss her and say thank you for the experience. I was so focused on her that I wasn’t sure if Mike had cum or not. They were kissing, I new that much for certain.

The motion started up again and the bed took on then familiar rhythm but at a much slower pace. I assumed she was finishing him off. My cock was still hard as a rock but my balls were drained. I slow stoked my cock and just enjoyed the last few minutes of the show.

All good things must come to a end and eventually she headed back home. Out of the six nights that I had the room she provided 4 incredible experiences. Shortly after our crew split up and we all went our own way. I had moved on and hung with a different class of petty gangsters. We remained friends and would stop in for a visit whenever I was in town. Shortly after Jessica got pregnant and they settle down as a couple. My visits became more infrequent. Eventually almost none existent. 4 years rolled by. I still didn’t have a GF and but at least I was getting a couple times a month. Usually with some stranger who was a opportunist like myself or the left overs of some girl who had a little to much to drink. Outside of one hot blonde I can’t remember the names or faces of a single one of them. I had changed in the 4 years and become interested in adventure sports. I had just signed on with a blasting company and was due to catch a plane out of Edmonton in a couple days so I decided I would start heading north a few days early and visited friends along the way.

First stop my old drillers farm. We were drinking whiskey in the kitchen at my buddies farm. He asked if I had heard the news about Mike and Cindy. Couldn’t say that I had. turns out they had just split up. On top of that Jess had fucked this little grease-ball Brian one of Mike’s friends. POW! I had pretty much suppressed my memories of Jessica. It all came back to me in a instant. I ran over the inventory of her magnificent body recalling the time I saw her on her knees sucking cock. The hotel. I decided I would stop in and visit her the next day. You know to catch up on old times and such.

The following evening I pulled up to her place and I could see she was home. The friend who was visiting left shortly after. In all the years that I had known her not once did she ever indicate and kind of romantic or sexual interest in me so I wasn’t expecting much.

I felt that I was in a pretty good position to do the job right. A friend of mine in Canmore who knew that I was heading to a isolated work camp in the high arctic for months asked if I needed any sex before I left. When a solid 8 offers to provide sex you don’t turn it down. The deal was that it was a one off and I could screw her anytime and as often as I wanted for the next 36 hours before she headed home to Squamish. She did have a boyfriend after all. I felt like I had a couple good practices and a few days rest so if something did happen and I got called in to play the big game I’d be ready for it. Course I also new the likely scenario is that I would be sitting on the bench. “I’m ready coach put me in the game!”

She had lost a lot of weight since I had seen her last and looked like she belonged at the head of the high school cheerleading squad. She was still beautiful and our years as bud’s made it easy for us to be comfortable with each other.

We start chatting about old times and eventually her recent breakup with Mike. Turns out he was a abusive prick in the end. He was never very smart and I had little trouble believing that he had that trait in his personality. She told me about the friend of Mike’s she fucked but I pretended I didn’t know anything about that.

We chatted for a couple hours but there was a unmistakable tension building between us. At some point I decided WTF and I leaned over and kissed her. She nervously at first kissed me back. We had just slain the 800 pound gorilla in the room. Still in the kitchen I ask her to come straddle me on the chair I was sitting in. She sits on my lap and leans forward and she kisses me this time. My heart is racing and I run my hands up her back and down along the sides of those breasts I had worshipped. Our lips melted into one and and the passion increased. It was getting late and one of us decided to take it to the next level and we retired upstairs to her bedroom. She asked if I had any condoms. I kew I had one down in my camera bag in the van so I quickly retrieved it.

Back in her bedroom I watched as she peeled off her shirt. My god she looked amazing. She dropped her bra revealing breasts that I had only seen wrapped in material till now. Then she slid down her jeans. As she bent over I inhaled the vision of the ass that I had worshipped for so long. With her white panties on she rolled onto the last waterbed in existence. I stripped down and joined her.This may have been the first time in my life that I didn’t want to fuck but rather make love.

I quickly join her and briefly take a minute or two to run my hands along her skin admiring her form. I sucked on her nipples which had hardened to bullets. I position myself over her and our pelvises grinder together in mock sex. Our lips lock and once again she is kissing me back with a equal amount of passion. There was one thing that I wanted to do before we got the show started. I kissed my way down her stomach to the top of her panties. I am going to lick that pussy. Now that the opportunity presented itself I was determined to taste her. However she grabs me and says she is not ready for that yet. With that she raises her legs and I peel off her panties. A little to forcefully as I hear a slight rip of material. I slide on the condom and put myself in a position of entry. Missionary was certainly my choice, as was hers.

I’m looking into her eyes as my cock parts the lips of her pussy. She is so wet that the only resistance is the tightness of her vaginal muscles. I kiss her softly then a little harder as I”m entering her. A soft sigh escapes her and my lips are close enough to catch it.

I had never fucked on a water bed before so she was the captain of this boat. She seemed to buck her hips in such a way that the waves provided a natural thrusting motion. Fucking her seemed like the most natural thing in the world.

Then it happened. Her passion turned to the audible ear candy I had heard so often before. This time there were no walls between us. This time it was my cock that was responsible for her pleasure. That’s when I lost it. I felt the buildup deep inside of me. Ours noses touched and our lips brushed. She was getting there. I only needed to hold out a little longer and we could cum together like we had so many times before. It soon became apparent to me no matter what I did I wasn’t going to win this one. If I stopped I would break the spell and she might not orgasm. All I could do was hang on and hope for the best.

She grabbed my ass to pull me deeper into her. She was the queen of the waterbed as her hips took on a natural flow. Her pussy cinched tighter, thats when I lost it. I had no control over it and I cum and cum hard. She is smiling like the cat that just swallowed the canary. “I was two minutes away. You have ten minutes to get that thing up again” she says to me. Who needs ten minutes. In ten minutes I would have been fucking her for five of those. One little problem that was the only condom I had. Her obvious disappointment is greatly overshadowed by my own.

There is only one thing left to do in a case like this. I roll towards her and kiss my way down from those world class tits working south. I don’t meet any resistance this time. She opens her legs allowing me to slide down and bury my head between them. I kiss her pussy lips and slowly part them with my tongue. In her heightened state of arousal she lets out a gasp. I lick her pussy slowly from the bottom to the top stopping just short of her clit. I,m doing this slowly for a few minutes watching the rise and fall of her breast as her breathing quickened. The gentle rocking of waterbed was as dreamlike and soothing. My new girlfriend purring away, hips ever so slightly keeping time with the long slow tongue strokes. Breasts rising quicker now, arms splayed out distributing the weight over the moving surface, hair all askew. I would rise every now and then to check on that amazing display and see how she was doing. Even MasterCard couldn’t buy his. Some new sounds begin to emerge out of her..

I spread her gently and ( as expertly as a guy my age can ) flicked gently on the spot I thought her clit might be. Jess instantly convulsed her arms pushing downward The result of which caused a tidal wave in the water bed. I didn’t have time to think “That must be it” when the back wash from the wave arrived. Her hips come up just as I was going in for the kill and my tongue laps across her clit far harder then I intended. The spastic convulsion that resulted made the last one seem tame and another wave was created. I had my left hand under her ass and my right hand fingers held her open exposing my target. I couldn’t combat the wave action to get a steady flow happening. My attempts at combating the elements of nature was working but it was slow going when a angel arrived from above.

The queen of the waterbed comes to my rescue. It’s likely she has been in this situation before. I feel her hands slide to the back of my head and with a surprising amount of strength she pulls me into her pussy. We become one now it is only the flat of my tongue laid up along the area of her clit. The waves and the urgent need of her hips and that all it takes I don’t have to do anything. It isn’t long before her moans change pitch and she contorts and begins the spastic quiver of a girl in the state of a full blown orgasm. Her she pulls me in harder and her legs which up till now had been spread slam closed on either side of my head further cementing her grip on me.Breathing is not a option for the next 20 seconds. Soon after I come up for air with a new realization. If I am going to die of suffocation this is exactly how I want to go.

I’m feeling pretty good about myself right about then. We relax together. “ I’m a bit embarrassed “ she whispers. “Are you kidding me” I’m thinking. That moment in time was embedded into my grey matter perhaps forever.

The first rays of light are appearing making it about 5 in the morning. She says that Mike is just getting off shift and may stop in and pick up a few things. It was time for me to head it out. I didn’t want to make things complicated for her if I could help it. Mike would have been fine if every guy in town fucked her just as long as I wasn’t one of those guys. We walked down together.

My cock is back to a solid state as I take her in. One ride in that pussy is no way enough to put my urges to rest. Right that minute I wanted to take her by the hand into the living room and have her drop to her knees. Relax on the couch with my jeans down around one ankle and reenact that blow job I saw her give so many years earlier. Stroke my fingers through her hair while my other hand squeezed and massaged those jugs. I didn’t though. I didn’t want to push it and I definitely wanted to see her again. She walked me to the door when the time came to leave. We kissed again. I drove off with a serious hard on. Ten minutes later I pulled over I had to relieve my boner as it was making it impossible to drive. I pulled the #1 scenario out of my spank bank which was easy to find as it was only a hour or so old. 6 hours later I am watching the world fly by at 30’000’. My mind was filled with a whole new array of emotions.

Fast forward 4 months I return from Baffin Island. I am on her doorstep again. She hasn’t got a new man yet which is a good sign. She seems genuinely seems glad to see me. It’s late again. She invites me in and we start drinking a little heavier then we should. The tension is broken and we both no that we are going to fuck again. Going to make her into a couch girl this time. She’s on my turf now. At some point and I am not sure how it happened but I have her bent over backwards the broad soft arm of the couch. Her head and shoulders are half way to the floor. My cock mercilessly slams into her pussy and the screamer in her returns. This time I’m going to make her mine. I’m going to be the best fuck she has ever had. Her position seems so uncomfortable even though she seems she is making to attempt to change up. Cock is what she wants and that is what she is getting. I decide to break the spell and reposition so that her ass is at the edge of the seat. It may have broken the spell as as she was so close or cumming. No problem I slide into her pussy again and regain the ground that I lost.

This is a lot better. I can see her face contort as each stroke hits home. Her tits, my god those tits bounce in rhythm with her fucking. In a few more minutes I’m going to own this girl.

Thats when somebody bumped the stereo and the needle scratched my favourite album so to speak. Her 4 year old son had walked into the room. I am pretty sure his name was Buzz Kill. In a instant the look on her face went from one of of a woman who had given in to the fact that she was going to get her brains fucked out and there was nothing she could or wanted to do about it, to instant sober and alert. She took Buzz upstairs. I was alone in her living room naked with a major hard on wrapped in plastic.

It was maybe 20 minutes before she returned. No big deal I can still finish her off and save the day. She had on a flannel shirt. She went back and assumed the position. Before I could pull down my shorts and rewrap superman she had fallen asleep. I mean really asleep like passed out asleep. I nudge her and get a women in a coma response. This was fucked but no big deal. I briefly contemplated fucking her while she was passed out. Maybe if I eat her out that would revive her. She was so pretty and looked so peaceful I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I really liked this girl, anybody else I doubt I would have hesitated.

I guess this is where you get to judge me but I couldn’t help myself. I duck out to my van and grab my SLR camera. I unbutton her shirt and artistically as you can with a flannel shirt I drape it open exposing that amazing female form. I drape the bang of hair across her face framing it just the way I like it. I set the settings on the SLR to Auto placing the camera on a sturdy object because of the ultra slow shutter speed. I didn’t bother to set the white balance, I wasn’t trying to sell the furniture. I snapped off a photo and returned my camera to my van. This was going to be for our 50th wedding anniversary when we are gumming our oatmeal. “ look sweety, here is a surprise, look how hot you were” Then drag her upstairs pop a couple viagra and give it to her again.

I buttoned up her shirt leaving no trace of my inappropriate behaviour. She was really out. I swung her legs around so that she was comfortably lying on the couch, tucked a pillow under her head and dropped a blanket over her. There my angel was all comfy. I had to be down south that day to knock off a 4 day gig in a quarry. This was my time to exit. I kissed her, ran my fingers through her hair couple of times. I realized a half hour into the drive I had forgotten to leave a note thanking her for the experience and that I would be back shortly. She new me well enough to know this wasn’t a wham bam thank you mam thing. 5 days later…………

I phoned her to let her know I was thinking about coming over but she wants to meet in a coffee shop nearby. Ok that was different. Thought we’d just go to her place and have sex.

We meet and I can feel that something has changed. Her demeanour had changed. She told me that she had told Mike about us and he wasn’t happy. No biggie, bound to happen. It dawned on me I had been used to get at Mike. There is no possible way she could screw with him more then by telling him that I of all people had sex with her. I was being friend zoned and put on the sidelines.

I didn’t beg and pleading has never been a strong point. I said thanks for being a friend. The meeting was short and I was soon driving south thinking WTF! I didn’t know what was on the road ahead of me but I knew what was behind me. I had outgrown that place it was time to move on.

Epilogue: My van became my soul place of residence for the next five years. On those cold between season nights when real people were huddled in there centrally heated dwellings I would sometimes pull out a slide grab my magnifying crystal loop and wonder what she is doing now as i jerked myself to a orgasm. Time went by and I looked at the slide less and less. Years turn to decades and maybe just the occasional glance for old times sake. Now the slide is gone lost in a move at some point. Just as well. Memories should be just that . I look around at my life now and the adventures I’ve had and realise I wouldn’t change a thing. I suspect that she new I wouldn’t survive in her world and would eventually grow to resent her. I now have the best partner a man can have and I’m comfortable in my skin.