With my head down against the floor and the lower half of my body naked and exposed, I couldn’t believe where I was. My little pleated tennis skirt was now so far up my body that it had bunched around my hips, and my complete lack of panties meant that Matt–one of my closest friends and de facto tennis teacher–could see everything.

Was I dreaming?

Or had I really done something this slutty?

“Nearly got it…” I called, my arm under the gap in the wall, my hand wrapped around the ball, my heart racing as I pretended to search for it, my pussy and ass completely spread for him.

The longer I held the pose, the faster my heart was beating, and my head was starting to swim with slutty thoughts.I wished he was behind me at that moment, placing his palm between my legs and gently pushing his fingers inside me.

I felt my throat go dry and my nipples harden.

Fuck, I needed something to suck. Badly.

“Got it,” I called, opening my legs a little wider and popping my pussy out as much as I pos... continue reading

Hey everyone, I’m back with another update. It’s kind of a big one, so I’ll get right into it.

A quick recap for anyone new: A few weeks ago, my family friend Bri slowly started flirting/teasing me, which resulted in us having a conversation where we agreed to lose our virginities to each other. We’re taking it slow: until today, we only made out and did hand stuff. You can read those stories in my profile if you haven’t already. Now onto the update:

**Everyone in this story is over 18.**

Like we do every year, Bri and I’s families celebrated the 4th of July together. She and I texted beforehand about laying low, since neither of us wants our parents to know about our arrangement. Since they talk often, we figured it was best to avoid any suspicion at all, which meant largely ignoring each other throughout the weekend. It was hard, since all I wanted to do was grab her and start making out. But i guess there’s something kind of fun about pretending, too.

Then today, we’d made plans... continue reading

So it was last Wednesday, and as I moved the clothes around my gym bag for the third time, pushing aside the little pleated tennis skirt and thin cotton T-shirt, I knew I had fucked up.

Thirty minutes earlier, stepping out of the shower, I’d thrown my tennis outfit into my bag and pulled my jeans up and over my butt without underwear. I was running late, and I was *sure* I’d thrown a pair of clean white underwear into my bag, so, nothing to worry about, right? I’d just get changed at the gym.

Wrong.

Looking into my gym bag and seeing a complete lack of panties, my heart was starting to race, imagining myself lunging for the ball, my skirt flying up around my waist. Or worse yet, diving to make a return and ending up on my back, my legs falling open and spreading me. The worst thing was that I was playing with Matt, one of my oldest friends and my de facto tennis coach, and the court was booked in five minutes.

I wondered whether to call it off, but I didn’t even know where to begin... continue reading

**Everyone in this story is 18 years old.**

Small update today, but still wanted to share:

Things have been awesome between Bri and I. We’ve been texting nonstop, mostly about how excited we are to see each other next. I’m trying to play it cool, but it’s tough!

If I had it my way, we’d be hanging out every day. But I don’t want to seem too pushy, or give away the fact that we’re hooking up to our friends or parents. It’s not that I’m embarrassed to be with her (actually the complete opposite, I’m ecstatic about it lol). But like a lot of you have said, the build up and exploring together is the fun part. I really like how things are progressing, and I really want things to remain fun and casual. And if that means waiting a few extra days, then I’m happy to do it.

We briefly planned on getting together Tuesday, but then our friends suggested we go out to dinner, and we figured we should go. It was fun and normal, with the exception that Bri and I had to stifle our smiles and preten... continue reading

My girlfriend (let's call her "K") is usually pretty reserved. We have a great sex life, don't get me wrong, but she's typically a bit shy and submissive. That all changes the second we step foot into a wedding reception.

It's like a switch flips in her brain. As soon as the champagne starts flowing and she hears the first slow song, she gets this look in her eye. It's primal. She'll grab my hand and drag me onto the dance floor, pressing her body against mine so hard I can feel her heart racing. She grinds on me to the point where I have to strategically hold my suit jacket in front of my crotch to hide my boner.

By the time dinner is over, she's a mess. She'll whisper in my ear, "I need you so bad, I'm soaking through my panties." She gets bold, running her hand up my thigh under the table. It's torture having to sit through the speeches and the cake cutting. She'll look at me and just mouth the words, "I want your cum."

We made it to the hotel room this weekend, and she didn't... continue reading

**Everyone in this story is 18 years old.**

Hey all, sorry it’s been so long since my last update: Brianna and I didn’t get to see each other at all last week. She works most days, and my parents have me busy with some college prep stuff (shopping, signing up for stuff). Our friends were busy too, and schedules just didn’t line up.

It was total agony waiting to see her again. I even debated sending her a photo of my dick and asking her to send one back, but it felt too soon and I didn’t want to mess things up when they were just getting started.

Then today (Sunday), we FINALLY got our first chance to be alone in the house. This morning I was supposed to see a movie with my parents, but then Bri texted me saying she had the day off. I immediately told my parents I didnt feel like going anymore, and thank god they decided to still go without me. The literal second they were gone, i texted Bri and told her to run over. She sent “on my way!” with a winky emoji.

Like I said in my previo... continue reading

**Everyone in this story is 18 years old.**

First off, thanks to everyone for their comments on my last post! You guys gave me a lot to think about

A lot of you encouraged me to pursue a sexual relationship with Brianna, which I guess makes sense since this is Gonewildstories. I’ve been a fan of this sub for a while, and was really excited to finally have a story worth sharing . I guess if I wanted something more objective, I should’ve posted on a relationship advice sub haha.

Since that night, I started thinking about Bri in a way that I hadn’t before. After all she is attractive, single, and we get along great. On paper there’s no reason that I shouldn’t be interested in her, it’s really just our past that complicates things in my head. And the consequences of handling the situation wrong made me nervous to fully try.

So I’m embarrassed to say, but I did chicken out a little. Even though you all agreed she was into me, I just couldn’t wrap my brain around it. We’ve known each o... continue reading

**Everyone in this story is over 18 years old.**

Hi everyone. Sorry in advance if this isn’t the longest orraunchiest story out there, but I really wanted to share and maybe even get some advice. This happened over the weekend between myself and my longtime family friend, Brianna.

Some background: Brianna and I’s parents are best friends from before we were born. When Bri and I were in preschool, our families moved into the same neighborhood, so from that point on we pretty much grew up together. We’re only a few weeks apart in age. I’m an only child, she has one older brother (who graduated college and is living on his own).

Bri and I have always been close, not exactly like brother and sister but maybe cousins. We were really close as kids, but stopped hanging out for most of middle school. Back then our parents made a lot of jokes, asking if she was my girlfriend, if we were gonna get married, etc. It made us kind of uncomfortable and so for a while, we didn’t really see each oth... continue reading

Sooooo after that first time in the supply closet, I couldn't stop thinking about it. Like, all week. It replayed in my mind at the most inappropriate times. Meetings, whilst typing up reports, even while trying to make small talk by the coffee machine.

Three times that week I'd found myself in bed, panties around my ankles, remembering the look on Tom's face when I'd exposed myself to him.

One week later and he was looking better, more like his old self. He'd even joined in with some office banter that morning. But now, midway through Friday, he was looking at me earnestly.

"Hey Sarah," he said, his voice casual. "I need to grab some supplies from the closet. You know where the good pens are, right?"

I felt a blush creeping up my neck. I glanced around the office, and once again, everyone was absorbed in their work, no one paying us any attention.

"Sure," I said, trying to sound equally casual. "I can show you, if you want?"

“That would be perfect.”

We stood up almost simultan... continue reading

There are probably healthier ways to help someone get over a breakup, but possibly none as effective (or hot) lol

Everyone on our little desk island knew that Tom had recently broken up with his girlfriend, and we were all trying our best to tread carefully around him, making sure not to make any jokes about how much it sucks being single etc. For the most part, we had been doing well, but he had still been staring into space or going out to “grab things from the car” multiple times a day.

It had only been a week since the breakup, and almost everything seemed to trigger him, so when I saw the calendar reminder pop up on his PC screen–”VACATION WITH JULIE!!!!”–I knew he was gonna be kinda fucked.

Sure enough, he stared at his screen for a moment then just pushed his chair back, standing up from his desk and walking toward the little supply closet down the hall. I watched as the door closed behind him, expecting him to reappear quickly with a handful of pens or notebooks. But he didn... continue reading

Obviously I didn’t plan it like that, it just kind of happened.

For anyone who doesn’t know, the heat in the UK over the last few days has been INSANE, and so a couple of days ago I was hanging out in my garden with my friend’s Mark and Dave. The idea was that they were supposed to be helping me tidy the back yard before our weekly gaming session, but after a small amount of token weed-pulling, we were all bored and tired and sweaty, so we ended up lazing around and doing not much of much.

Dave and Mark were both on their laptops at the table, taking refuge from the sun beneath the patio umbrella, whereas I was lying on a blanket on the grass in my new sundress, my skin bronzed already and absolutely dripping with sweat.

"They completely ruined stealth builds with this update,” Mark said, staring at his laptop reading the patch notes of some game I wasn’t familiar with. “Every enemy has an absurd detection radius now.”

“Sucks to suck,” Dave replied, not really listening either, ty... continue reading

“Are you awake?” he asked, his voice coming through the dark of my bedroom. I was on my side facing the wall. The clock on my nightstand said 2:47 AM.

I waited a moment before answering, debating the pros and cons of admitting my restlessness.

“Yeah,” I said, deciding it was better to suffer together rather than alone. “Can’t sleep either?”

“No,” he said from the floor beside my bed. I heard him shift on the air mattress and I rolled over to look at him. The streetlight came through my blinds and made stripes across his face. He was on his back with his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Just can’t shut my brain off,” he said. “Work stuff. Money stuff. The usual. What about you?”

I sighed. “Same, I guess.”

I sat up. My tank top was old and thin. I knew my nipples showed through, but I didn’t care, and I’m sure Mike didn’t either. I’d known him for twelve years at this point, and he’d seen me in everything from bathing suits to sports bras.... continue reading

*[Changed the names of the games to protect the innocent lol]*

Sooo this one happened back when I lived in student housing in college, sort of in the early evening when I was in the middle of some intense doom scrolling on my phone, lying on my bed in a baggy white t-shirt that hung down to my thighs and a pair of long grey socks that came up to my knees.

"It's open," I called out. A few seconds later, the door opened and Lex stepped inside, giving me a sheepish wave.

"Hey," he said. "My laptop died and I need to finish that history assignment. Can I use yours?"

"Sure," I said, gesturing toward my desk. "You know the password, right?”

He nodded, kicking off his sneakers by the door. He crossed the space to my desk and sat down, and I rolled onto my stomach to watch him as his fingers moved across the keyboard.

"What's this?" he clicked on something in the bottom toolbar. “Jesus, Sarah!”

“What?” I asked, my stomach dropping. Had I left my nudes open? A porn tab? “What are you s... continue reading

Okay this one is gonna be long so settle in and enjoy! It all started when I’d just turned 21, and the bus had just dropped me off outside the entrance to Azure Lagoon Resort, and adults only resort and spa.

"Sarah?"

I turned to see the young woman who had called my name. She had long blonde hair and was wearing a blue uniform with yellow trim.

“That’s me,” I said. “Nice to meet you.”

"Nice to meet you too. I’m Rose, by the way.” She extended her hand and I shook it. “Congratulations on getting the job and welcome to Azure! I'll be showing you around today. Do you need any help carrying your stuff?”

"Oh, sure, thank you!"

“No problem,” she said, taking my suitcase by the handle, moving with the easy confidence of someone who had done this before. Her smile came quickly and stayed there, bright and unguarded. I decided I liked her. “Are you nervous?”

“A little,” I admitted as we started toward the treeline, the suitcase wheels bouncing on the dirt road. “I’ve never worked at a h... continue reading

It wasn’t intentional. I just…couldn’t stop myself.

My legs opened a little wider and I rocked forward, placing my hand on his thighs, lowering my shoulders and head toward him. Toward…*it*.

I hadn’t noticed it at first–I’d been too busy looking at my phone, trying my best to act like this was even slightly normal. But as I continued grinding against his mouth, my thoughts grew more frantic, more desperate, and I realized that through the thin fabric of his sweatpants, I could see it; long, hard, and twitching.

*Shit. He's hard because of me, I thought, my mind reeling. Because I'm sitting on his face. Because I’m naked. Because he can taste me…*

Part of me was horrified; this was my friend, someone I'd known for years. I should stop, I told myself. This has gone too far already. But even as the thought formed, I found myself shifting, changing the angle of my hips so I could get lower, closer, so I could bring my lips toward it.

"Are you still okay?" I whispered. "This…looks re... continue reading

“I didn’t even know that was a thing,” I said, looking at him earnestly. “Why?”

He shrugged, a little defensively. “I…don’t know. I just think it's kinda hot.”

“But what do you get out of it?”

He sighed. “Forget it, sorry. I didn't mean to make it weird.”

“Don’t worry, you didn’t!” I said, scooting closer to him on the bed, the mattress dipping beneath our combined weight. “I think it's interesting! It’s always kind of fun to find out what kinks your friends have.”

“It’s not a kink!” he protested. “It just…you know…I read about it and it sounds interesting…”

“Not a kink?” I raised an eyebrow. “So if I told you I wanted to try it right now, you wouldn’t be into it?”

He swallowed, his gaze flickering between my eyes and the bedspread “I…ummm…”

I scooted even closer, our thighs touching. “Because I agree. It does sound interesting. Kind of like a nice way to relax after a day at work…”

“Right!?” he said, his enthusiasm rising. “That’s the whole vibe! I just want to be there for y... continue reading

This wasn’t something I had done intentionally, let me just say that before we get started.

I don’t just go flashing my pussy to anyone and everyone, no matter what my penchant for horny monster novels might lead you to believe. Lol.

What happened was - I’d come home from work, stripped off my skirt and blouse, stockings, bra and thong and hopped in a steaming hot shower to wash away the day and unwind after a busy 8 hours at the office. My muscles were tight and I was exhausted, but the steam and the sweet and fruity scent of my body wash plucked away my aches and pains until I was thoroughly relaxed and squeaky clean.

I got out, dried and dressed in my tank top and the little booty shorts I liked to sleep in, ready for an evening of reading some especially spicy fantasy romance. Fucking perfect.

I swear!! ***just*** as by butt landed on the couch - someone knocked at my door. I mean, it had been at least 20 minutes, but still.

It was just my luck, honestly. I groaned, almost te... continue reading

Together, Josh and I walked up the sand, our bodies dripping and salty, my bikini still clinging to me. I wrung water from my hair as we walked, trying not to think about the way his body had felt against mine in the ocean, the feel of my soft ass pressed against his thigh, trying to focus instead on the way the sand burned the soles of my feet, a pleasurable contrast to the cold saltiness of the ocean. As for Josh himself, I have no idea what he was thinking, his eyes scanning the horizon as we walked back to our towels in silence.

We sat down in the same spot as before, away from the clusters of umbrellas and noisy groups of teenagers throwing frisbees. Their distant shouts faded beneath just the roll of the tide and gulls above.

I looked out at the water, whilst beside me, Josh stretched out flat on his front, folding his arms beneath him and closing his eyes.

“Wake me if I crash,” he mumbled, his eyes closed, his breath heavy already.

“Sure,” I said, feeling it too; the ge... continue reading

The next time we went to the beach, I knew I wanted to push it further. For some reason, the idea of teasing him had become kind of an obsession of mine; something I had thought about regularly since our last trip, especially late at night with my hands between my legs.

Not that I would ever admit that to him.

Or even to myself, really. Josh was my best friend, and I'd never do *anything* to jeopardise that. Except, of course, my pussy had other ideas.

We didn’t talk about what had happened last time, but I felt like maybe something had changed between us. Not on the surface, but like…underneath. Something unspoken, I guess. I could feel it in the way we didn’t message each other for the next few days, and the way his voice was a little more hesitant to answer when I called him, like he was trying not to remember the feel of my nipples under his thumbs.

“Hey, want to go to the beach again? I had fun last time…”

“Oh…uh…yeah, sure!”

The next day we drove to the beach just... continue reading

I should’ve worn something else.

That much was obvious.

Only it hadn’t been obvious when I’d picked it out that morning, sifting through a drawer packed with slutty underwear and provocative nightwear. Compared to some of that stuff, the bikini was positively tame. Only, standing next to Josh on the hot sand, it suddenly seemed anything but. It hugged me tightly beneath my clothes, and the thought of stripping down out of my towel in front of him made me feel a little weird.

Not that I needed to worry; he didn’t think of me that way.

Like, at all.

We’d driven to the beach on a whim, a rare occasion when it was just the two of us, away from the rest of the group. Josh was one of my oldest and closest friends, but nowadays it sometimes felt as if we hardly spoke, all that boring Life Stuff getting in the way. I looked around the beach and smiled, pretending I wasn’t comparing every other girl’s bikini to mine.

“Aren't you going to get changed?” Josh said, taking off his T-sh... continue reading