I fucked my Best Friend’s Girlfriend

Hi, I’m Nitros, and this is a story of how I got my best friend’s girl to have sex with me.

Elisha. Aditya and I were the 3 best friends in college. Elisha and Aditya started dating in their second year of college. But they had a patchy relationship. One time they fought, but I remained both their best friends. They keep taking breaks and get back eventually.

This time, they were on a break. She was really upset, so I asked her to come home. Around 7, she came to my apartment. My friends had gone out to party, so we had the entire apartment to ourselves. I had ordered some ice cream earlier and had given her one bowl of it.

She sat on my bed and ate it. We spoke for a while, and then we started talking about Aditya. She said how much she cares about him, but he doesn’t put in the same effort back. I told her that she deserves better and encouraged her to move on. She started crying.

So I patted her back, put her head on my shoulder, and hugged her. I could smell her perfume, and it was already turning me on. I saw her face, and she had a tearful eye. I couldn’t resist but look at her lips. I moved in for a kiss, and she didn’t hesitate to move back.

I kissed her, and she didn’t move back either. We kissed for around 30 seconds, and then she moved back. I was like I’m sorry. She was like, “Shit how can I do this?” I asked her if she felt guilty. She said yes. I told her she’s on a break, so it’s fine. I wouldn’t talk about this to anyone.

She was like Thanks. I was a really good friend, and she needs to leave. I looked at her again, and then boom, I went in again, and she also came in. We started making out this time. Her hands were on my face, and I was holding her head.

We fell on the bed and I started holding her hips, pulling her closer to me. Slowly, my hands slid under her T-shirt, and I could feel her soft skin. My hands went up, and I could feel her bra. We were still making out, and I started pulling her T-shirt on top.

Elisha’s chest rose and fell rapidly as I took off her T-shirt, leaving her in nothing but her bra and shorts, my hands immediately tracing the curves of her waist, moving up to the swell of her breasts. Her bra was soft, barely containing her.

I could already see the outline of her nipples hardening under the fabric.

“Fuck, Elisha… you’re so hot,” I groaned, my voice rough with lust. She bit her lip, hesitating for just a second before whispering, “We shouldn’t… Aditya—”

“He’s not here.” There was hesitation in her touch, a war behind her eyes.

“We shouldn’t…” she whispered, but her lips were still parted, still wet from our kiss. “Tell me to stop,” I murmured, my thumb tracing the edge of her bra. “Say it, and I will.” She didn’t. I finally unhooked it, and she arched against me, letting out a shaky moan.

“Fuck,” she whispered, her hands gripping my shoulders. I held her bare breasts, thumbs circling her nipples, light brown, perfect, the kind a man could worship, not too big, not too small, but small and round.

“We shouldn’t—” she gasped into my mouth. I didn’t wait—I took one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, flicking my tongue until she arched under me.
“Fuck…” she moaned again.

“Fuck… we shouldn’t—” she started, but I cut her off with another deep kiss, my tongue sliding against hers. I could taste the ice cream, sweet and faintly vanilla, mixed with something hotter, needier.

“You want this,” I said against her lips. My hand slides down her stomach, past the waistband of her shorts. She was already wet—I could feel the heat through her panties.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” I groaned, rubbing my fingers over the damp fabric.
She let out a shaky moan. “I shouldn’t… we can’t…” But her hips lifted, grinding against my hand. “You sure about that?” I smirked, hooking my fingers into her panties and dragging them down.

Her pussy was gorgeous—neatly trimmed, glistening with arousal. I didn’t waste time. I spread her thighs and buried my face between them, licking a long, slow stripe up her slit. “Oh fuck!” she cried out, her hands gripping the sheets.

I fucked her with my fingers, my tongue never stopping its assault on her clit. Her moans got louder, more desperate, until her whole body tensed. She cum with a broken cry, her pussy pulsing around my fingers. I pulled back, licking my lips, watching as she tried to catch her breath.

“I love you,” I said, crawling up her body. My cock was rock-hard, straining against my pants. I removed them along with my underwear, my cock hard and aching. I positioned myself between her legs, the tip pressing against her entrance.

She looked up at me, her eyes dark with lust but still flickering with guilt. “We… we can’t go further. This was already too much.” I cupped her face, kissing her deeply, letting her taste herself on my tongue. My dick was already touching the enterance of her pussy, slowly circling the opening with my tip.

“FUCK!” she screamed, her walls stretching. I pushed my dick in. “Oh God, oh God, No, this is wrong,” she screamed. It was tighter than I fucking imagined, pulling out and driving back in. Her nails raked down my back as I set a punishing pace.

Her boobs bouncing with every thrust. “Oh fuck!” she cried out, her hands gripping the sheets. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room. Her boobs bouncing with every thrust as I fucked her like an animal.

“Fuck…” I whispered, while my dick inside her, “You’re thinking about him right now, aren’t you?” I murmured against her neck, biting just hard enough to make her moan. “But it’s me touching you. I’m making you feel this good.”
She shuddered, her fingers scratching my back. “I hate you for this,” she said.

After a while, I flipped her onto her stomach, and she was on her hands and knees, her hips up. She gasped as I entered her from behind, her ass pressed against me. Her ass was perfect round, begging to be marked. Everyone used to stare at them in college, and now it’s mine.

I kept fucking her doggy and said, “I’ve thought about this… so many fucking times.” To be honest I always wanted to do this, I wanted to fuck her and this was my chance. “Tell me you’ve thought about this,” I growled against her mouth, driving into her harder. She didn’t reply but kept moaning.

After a while, I made her sit on top. She was riding me, her boobs in my face as she bounced on my cock, her moans loud and shameless. I was about to cum so I told her this and she got off. She didn’t want me to cum inside her. I told her that I might have pre cum so it’s better if she takes an i-pill either way.

But when it was over, the guilt hit her. She curled into a ball, tears in her eyes. “What did we just do?” I told her it was nothing and that everyone had the right to have some fun. It’s technically not cheating because they were on a break. I told her that I’ll keep it between us and that I won’t tell him.

My roommates were almost coming back, so I asked her to get dressed and sit before that. She went to the washroom to wash. I quickly turned on my phone and kept it near the window, turning on the camera. As soon as she came out, I pulled her into the angle of the camera and kissed her.

She had her top on, so I removed it quickly so I could get it in the video. We kissed for like 2 minutes. She wanted to get dressed, so I agreed. As soon as she turned, I took my phone, closed my camera, and put on my clothes.

She left after a while and asked me to keep it between us, and that this won’t happen again. After she went, I watched the video, but it wasn’t much. It was us kissing I could see her ass and boobs.

They eventually got back, but they started hanging out a little less with me. I asked her if she had told him anything. She said no and that she feels different when she sees me now.

One day, I asked her how she felt that night, and she said she felt guilty, but she doesn’t regret it. I knew I would get an opportunity again.

This is not a fiction but a true story.