The release of 13 weeks of sexual tension: the beginning of my (m23) passionate affair on my year abroad (warning: cheating) [MF] [cheating] | 2016

This is my first attempt at writing down some of my experiences two years ago while I was a British student studying abroad in the US. While I was there, I started a passionate affair with a gorgeous American girl called Natasha. I say affair because, unfortunately, it involved her cheating on her long-distance Spanish boyfriend, whom I never met. I also had a girlfriend when I first met Natasha, but I decided to end the relationship before things got physical with Natasha as I didn’t want to cheat. I feel bad that Natasha didn’t do this, but I didn’t question her decisions. Still, our affair was probably the hottest sexual experience I’ve ever had, so I hope you’ll enjoy reading about it. What made it particularly exciting was that it suddenly escalated from a very close friendship to an extremely sexual relationship.

Natasha and I met in our first week (we were grad students), and we were immediately very close friends. Natasha was taller than me, and had long, dark hair and a beautiful smile. She was beautiful, intelligent, opinionated, and yet sometimes a little bit awkward, which I found extremely cute. She liked wearing black dresses, which beautifully both concealed and emphasised her medium-sized, but perky and perfectly proportioned breasts. It was only much later that I learned how she moaned with pleasure when her nipples were pinched, and that she liked it I came on her breasts during sex… But for the first 13 weeks of our friendship, sex was hardly mentioned, and she even seemed a little bit prudish. Natasha was studying Spanish Literature, and we bonded over many late night chats about music, philosophy and academia. We often ate together with a small group of close friends, but we were the closest in our friendship group. I was attracted to Natasha as soon as I met her, but because I was still with my girlfriend from home I tried to stop thinking about that for a time.

I wouldn’t be able to keep this up for long. Occasionally, flirty signals were dropped: I remember asking her one day why she wasn’t wearing anything black one day, which she almost always did. She responded that her bra and panties were black today, then flushed and looked as if she hadn’t meant to say it. Another time, we were looking for something on Amazon on her computer and I saw she’d recently bought a vibrator. She snapped the laptop lid shut, awkwardly said something apologetic, and then laughed and said that as a feminist she shouldn’t be embarrassed about her masturbation habits. I laughed and said of course not, we all do it! She grinned and it felt like we’d got a little bit closer.

We got closer still when we started watching films together in the evenings. She’d started to come round my room most evenings to chat, and she started to introduce me to some of her favourite movies. Sitting on the couch together in the dark was heaven, and over the weeks we started sitting closer to each other. When our shoulders eventually touched, a thrill shot down my spine, and we sat like that all evening, feeling each other’s warmth. We didn’t made any further moves at this point - we both still had partners, and I was both extremely tempted and very guilty about it, even though I hadn’t done anything or even said anything properly flirty to her. At this point, I still wasn’t even 100% certain if she saw me as anything more than a friend.

A turning point came at the end of the first semester. We’d gone to a party together, and were on our way back. I was desperately hoping we could spend some more time together watching films that evening before she flew home. To my annoyance, another friend got in the taxi home and we were dropped off separately – I guess it says something about our intentions that neither of us ever discussed our film-watching with anyone else. On my way back home, we texted each other. After several messages, she told me she’d been hoping I’d come back to finish the film I was watching with her. Even though it was late, I immediately turned round and jogged to where she lived. Instead of watching Netflix, we just talked – for hours. Only towards the early hours of morning did the conversation turn even slightly sexual. We were talking about the ethics of the porn industry, but only in the abstract, when she suddenly said ‘but of course, that’s not my sort of porn anyway.’ I was shocked – we’d never spoken so explicitly about sex before.

Suddenly there was an outpouring of information – we talked about our masturbation habits, our favourite types of porn, her favourite porn stars (I’ve never been a big watcher of porn), and eventually, her favourite sexual positions. ‘I might as well just be explicit’, she told me, ‘I’ve always loved giving a guy oral sex. I know a lot of girls don’t like it that much, and my best friend thinks its gross and would never do it, but I’ve always found it extremely sexy to put such a sensitive part of a man in my mouth.’ I was turned on beyond belief, but I tried to remain cool. I told Natasha about my hottest sexual experiences, and you could almost smell the raging pheromones in the air. Eventually we lay down to sleep, but we were simply too horny – one thing led to another, and I was suddenly lying on top of her, both of us clothed, with my cock pressed firmly between her legs.

She gasped when she felt it, and her face and neck were flushed bright red. ‘Oh my god’, she said, ‘we can’t fuck now. Even though I want to so badly. I’ve got a boyfriend.’

’I know; I’m sorry. I want you so badly… but we mustn’t even kiss.’

‘God I want you to kiss me. And to touch my breasts. Fuck.’

‘I want to do so much more. I want you to suck my cock… I want to cum in your mouth’, I said with trepidation, not quite believing I had dared to be so explicit, or even rude.

But the reaction it had was unlike anything I’d ever seen. Natasha turned bright red and panted breathily, ‘Oh FUCK, FUCK, you do not know how much you just turned me on. FUCK. I want you to do that so badly. But you know I have a boyfriend… please… I want that so badly, but I don’t want to cheat, not now…’. She tailed off.

With a tremendous effort, I picked myself up, hugged her, and we decided to say goodbye – not without pressing into each other one more time so she could feel how unbelievably hard she was making me.

My head felt dizzy and spaced out; I was shattered and extremely horny. I eventually got back to my room, where I fell into a dreamless sleep. When I woke up, I had a message from her on my phone. ‘I can’t believe any of that happened. I’ve wanted you for so long and had no idea you felt the same way about me. It feels like a dream. I wish we could have done what we said we wanted to do to each other. But I’ve got a boyfriend, and I don’t know what to do. I want to see you again when I come back’.

So she went home for Christmas, but we kept texting each other, and our daily messages slowly escalated from discussing what had happened to increasingly explicit sexting marathons. When she came back, we ended up having the hottest – and most anticipated – sex I have ever had. I won’t give all the details now (I’ll leave that for next time), but we rapidly went from desperately trying to resist the temptation to touch and fondle each other, to her deciding that ‘just a blowjob’ would be enough to satisfy our urges for each other, to me gently sliding down her soaked panties after she begged me to spank her naked ass, to gently sliding my tip into her pussy ‘just to get it wet’, to finally lifting her legs up over my shoulders and pounding her hard, without a condom, against the bedposts while she covered her mouth with her hands so she wouldn’t scream with pleasure, before I pulled out and shot line after line of cum all over her naked body.

Our previously platonic friendship had suddenly changed a lot. But our new friendship, which involved almost daily sex and blowjobs and increasingly filthy conversations, had only just begun…