My best friend and her boyfriend let me crash at their apartment for the summer between freshman and sophomore year because my lease ended in May and the new one didn't start until August. Three months on their couch that turned into three months in their guest room that turned into three months of her boyfriend's cock down my throat every weekday morning.

It started because of a game of never have I ever. We were drunk on their balcony one night and my friend said "never have I ever thought about a threesome with someone in this room" and both me and her boyfriend drank and she SCREAMED laughing and pointed at us and said "I KNEW IT." We kissed in front of her that night, me and him, her idea, and his hand slid up my shirt and grabbed my tit while his tongue was in my mouth and I could hear her breathing change behind us. My pussy was soaking through my shorts by the time we stopped.

Full threesome never happened. She kept saying she wasn't ready but she told us one night (sober, sitting at the kitchen table, weirdly formal about it lol) that she was okay with me and him fucking as long as she wasn't in the apartment when it happened. Her one rule. She didn't want to hear it or see it. But she wanted to know about it after.

He was in my room before her car left the driveway the first morning.

We came up with a system lmaoo. If I left my door open in the morning it meant I was down. If it was closed he'd leave me alone. For three months that door was open every single morning except maybe four times when I was on my period and even then twice I opened it anyway because I wanted his cock in my mouth regardless.

He was obsessed with my tits. I'm a 32D and my friend is smaller up top and the first time he pulled my tank top off and saw them his face was like a kid on christmas, I'm not even exaggerating. He'd fuck my tits before he fucked me, straddling my chest, his cock sliding between them while I pushed them together and spit on his shaft and he'd groan and watch the head poke out the top with every thrust. He'd cum on them sometimes just from that and I'd rub it into my skin and not shower until my friend came home and she'd hug me not knowing her boyfriend's cum was dried on my chest under my shirt.

Most mornings went the same way. Door open. He walks in. I'm in a tank top and underwear or sometimes nothing. He pulls his cock out (he slept in boxers only) and I get on my knees and suck him until he's throbbing and wet and then he bends me over the guest bed and fucks me from behind. His cock was big, like actually big, thick enough that the first few times I had to make him go slow because the stretch made my eyes water. But once I got used to him he could go as hard as he wanted and I'd cum with my face in the mattress biting the sheets trying to stay quiet even though nobody else was home.

He always came inside me. I was on birth control and he knew that and the first time he asked "where do you want it" I said "inside, always inside" and his cock twitched so hard I felt it in my stomach. After that he never pulled out. Not once. I'd lay there after with his cum leaking out of my pussy onto the guest bed sheets and text my friend "he just finished :)" and she'd send back "how many times did you cum" and I'd tell her and she'd send a fire emoji or a sweating emoji and I knew she was getting wet at work reading my texts.

Some days she'd come home and go straight to their bedroom and I'd hear them fucking through the wall and I'd lay in the guest room with my hand between my legs listening to her moan knowing his cock was still warm from being inside me an hour ago. That part made me so wet I came faster from listening to them than I did from him actually fucking me sometimes.

The best mornings were when he'd wake me up. I'd be asleep with my door open and feel the mattress dip and then his hands on my hips pulling my underwear down and his cock pushing into my pussy from behind before I was even fully conscious. Half asleep, his cock stretching me open, his mouth on my neck, cumming before I even knew what day it was. Those were my favorite.

We fucked maybe four or five times a week for three months straight. I stopped counting after the first month. He fucked me on the guest bed, on the couch (risky, she could've come home early), against the kitchen counter, in the shower once (slippery, wouldn't recommend lol), and twice in their bed which we agreed we wouldn't do again because it felt like crossing a line even though literally everything else we were doing should've been past that line already.

My friend never seemed jealous. She asked questions. How long did it last. Did I cum. What position. Did he do that thing with his thumb on my clit (yes, every time, and yes it makes me cum in like two minutes). She was curious and turned on and I think us fucking made their sex life better because she told me they were having more sex than they had in a year.

I moved out in August. Got my new apartment. Slept in my own bed for the first time in three months and it felt empty and too quiet and I laid there staring at the ceiling touching myself thinking about his cock and how it felt to have the door open and know he was coming.

She texted me last week. "He misses you lol." I sent back "just him? ;)" and she sent back "...maybe not just him" and I've been wet thinking about what that means ever since.