Our usual munch took place the weekend after the birthday party. My husband accompanied me again, and the evening was lively and lovely. My friend came, too, but he left early for a metal concert while I was in the loo. This led my slightly tipsy self to message him I was a bit disappointed to have missed his departure, and he didn’t reply. However, a few hours later, I was hanging about on the ground floor around 11 PM when he suddenly reappeared, lighting my whole body up, which must’ve come out as an ear-to-ear smile. We went on to finish the evening in a small group again, and he actually sat on my husband’s lap for an hour until the latter’s legs went numb. As a reminder, my friend adores my husband, whereas the jury is still out on the other way around.
The next evening, I went to help my friend tidy up the office in his flat. It was in such a disarray that his ex didn’t believe I could do anything about it. She also said I shouldn’t be helping, so that my friend would have to manage by himself. But he had asked, and I’d come.
In the end, I didn’t have to do much, only to give some advice. What my friend needed the most, and he was quick to admit it, was a boost in motivation, which I was happy to provide. He also seemed to appreciate my company – especially when I had to crawl onto the open sofa bed to fetch some object. I was wearing a very short dress, flashing absolutely everything when I was on all fours. He commented on it, and I offered to crab-walk the next time to avoid tempting him, which he found hilarious.
My friend also offered me a quick hug amidst the tidying by way of thanks. As he pulled away, he remarked something about not derailing for once since we had a job to do. We were done in less than an hour, after which we joined his ex and her partner in the living room.
My friend was eager to show off the tidied space, but the first thing his ex noticed was his open fly. I assured her, laughing, that it had nothing to do with me this time, but I don’t think she believed me. At least, she was suitably impressed by the room’s transformation, and I learnt that the sofa bed was actually where she and her partner were sleeping until she could find a new flat.
The four of us shared a drink and some healty-ish snacks that evening, discussing this and that, but mainly our plans to go to the lake again. The temperature wasn’t going to be as high this time, but I’d suggested the idea the week before and was looking forward to swimming and chilling by the water.
So, that’s where we headed two days later, “we” being the same five people as before. My companions had thrown together a picnic, and I asked to participate financially, stating I’d only brought my butt when we walked towards my car. My friend muttered, “I like your butt,” so low that the others didn’t hear him, making me laugh again.
The lake was just as sparsely crowded as before, although a group was celebrating something on the high ground. My friend’s ex went to test the water and said it was significantly cooler than the last time. We enjoyed our picnic, and my very clever friend seemed to delight in putting bits of food in my mouth, especially when they were sausage-related. He was also still touching my hands and legs on the sly, playing a game of “let’s see if they notice” – but no one did, or at least no one commented on the subject.
I finally stripped down to my swimsuit and went to dip a toe in turn. The water was indeed a bit cooler than three weeks earlier, but not cold by any standard, and I’m quite sensitive for a Finn. I slid in with ease again, then waited for the guys who were having a bit more trouble negotiating their way under.
At last, they joined me in the deeper waters, and we set to swim around the small island. I thanked my friend’s ex’s partner for having left us in peace the last time, and we joked a bit about how well said island had concealed our naughty interactions.
We finished our tour, some of us more tired than the others, and went back to the picnic blanket. Our meal and discussions went on, but I soon returned to the water. The sun was slowly setting, colouring the sky and water pink and light gold. My friend’s ex came for a quick dip, but she didn’t stay for long, and I had the whole tiny lake for myself.
At last, I got out, too, shivering a little in the evening breeze. We got dressed, packed up, and left for the car. My friend and I walked almost twice as fast as the others, bringing us to the parking lot way ahead of everyone. Out of their view, he kissed me and grabbed one of my nipples that stood erect against the fabric of my crochet top. He asked if they were always so hard, or if the cool air had something to do with it. I could’ve retorted he might’ve been the cause, but I had to admit I was a bit cold, too.
The others soon joined us, and I drove us to their flat. In the lift, my friend put in the floor code a second time just to have an excuse to rub against my butt, earning a chuckle and a comment from his ex’s partner. I had a hard time shaking the chill, but as soon as we’d entered the apartment, my friend “casually” suggested we share a shower again. I hesitated a little for show, and he just said, “Your call,” and headed for the bathroom.
We were kissing and touching almost as soon as I closed the door, while struggling out of our clothes. His hands wandered over my breasts and buttocks, and I felt his cock hard against my lower body. He breathed through a laugh, “My boner rose in like five seconds,” and I just had to check it out up close. I fell to my knees in the tiny space, reminiscent of our first sexual experience together, although with much more light.
Precum had once again smeared his tip, and I revelled in the salty taste. Unfortunately, my throat was becoming a bit sore, and his hardness sent me into a coughing fit. He caught on and lifted me up, telling me he wanted to fuck me anyway, were I so inclined.
I was, and my wet pussy was more than eager to prove it – but not without a condom this time, so he went and fetched one. Meanwhile, I ran the shower, finally getting the heat on my outside to match the one burning inside me. The water was so hot, in fact, that when my friend came back, he immediately yelped and turned down the temperature to a more reasonable warmth.
We first washed, partly ourselves, partly each other. Predictably, my friend used just one product on everything, saying something along the lines of, “yeah, this is the secret to my smelling so good” – which was only half-true. I told him I’d wind up rummaging around to find the name of his perfume, but he told me he kept it at his work, and that he’d never reveal it to me anyway, so that I’d always have to come to him for a sniff.
Once we were both clean and thoroughly warm, my friend slipped two fingers into my pussy, which was still all ready for him. He fucked me like that for a while, then reached out of the shower for the condom. Contrary to movies, we struggled a little to find the best position. Given we were about the same height – and I probably weighed much more than him –, grabbing my thighs and gracefully lifting me in the air was out of the question in the first place. I ended up turning around, arching my back, and offering myself to him in that semi-submissive position.
He entered me with ease and pounded me for a while, the shower still on, steam all around us. His hand found my clit, rubbing it a bit too hard for my taste, but I didn’t stop him because I was too far gone by then. I hadn’t had shower sex for ages, and although I often found it a bit logistically tedious, it wasn’t the case this time.
However, it was hard to keep up the position, so I suggested we step out of the shower. My friend left the water running, no doubt to cover our noise, and after some deliberation, I bent over the sink, grabbed the tap, and invited him in again.
He went on to fuck me so hard I nearly tore the sink cabinet off the wall – and I loved every minute. For a shower-quickie, it lasted a long time, but finally he stiffened, shooting his load into the condom and collapsing over my back for a short while.
He quickly recovered, turned off the shower, and rid himself of the condom, wondering briefly what he was going to do with it since the bathroom had no bin. He ended up tying a knot to keep the liquid inside and cramming it back into its wrapper, and we joked about how neat the bundle was.
As we finally exited the bathroom, his ex wasn’t happy he’d vanished in there when there were things to put away. She’d also no doubt guessed we hadn’t just been washing, but she kept those thoughts to herself. I stayed again for a little while longer, discussing plans to go dancing, and we booked our next rave party. Techno music wasn’t necessarily my thing, but I was enjoying my outings with these people, and not only because of the sex that came with it.
At last, I went home, feeling the chill again – and sure enough, I woke up feverish the next morning.
