That Night My College Friend Crashed at My Place... And We Crossed Every Line

My friend Sarah and I met Freshmen year and bonded over late-night study sessions and crappy dorm food, but it was always platonic. Usually either she or I were in a relationship, so we never made a move.

Fast-forward to graduation: she needed a place to crash in the city while interviewing for a job and I had this tiny studio apartment. One room, one queen bed, no couch. "No big deal," we said. "We're adults, we can share." Famous last words.

She showed up that evening with her suitcase, looking exhausted but still so damn cute in her oversized hoodie and leggings that hugged her curves just right. We grabbed takeout, laughed about old times, and by midnight, we were both yawning. "Okay, bed-sharing rules: stay on your side, no funny business," she teased, slipping into a tank top and shorts that rode up her thighs as she climbed under the covers. I tried not to stare, her skin looked so soft in the dim light from the streetlamp outside. I stripped down to boxers and a tee, sliding in beside her. The bed was warm already from her body heat, and I could smell her shampoo, something sweet and floral that made my pulse quicken.

We lay there in the dark, chatting at first, whispering about our futures, her voice soft and close. But then silence fell, and I became hyper-aware of everything. The way the sheets shifted with her breathing. How her leg accidentally brushed mine, sending a spark up my spine. I told myself to chill, but my mind wandered. What if I just... reached over? No, stop. She's your friend.

Then she rolled toward me, murmuring something about being cold. Her hand grazed my arm, and she didn't pull away. "You okay?" I whispered, my voice huskier than I meant. She nodded, scooting closer until her body pressed against mine-her breasts soft against my chest through that thin tank, her hips aligning with mine. I could feel her warmth radiating, and fuck, I was getting hard already. She must have noticed because she let out this little gasp, but instead of moving away, she pressed in tighter, her thigh slipping between my legs.

"Chris..." she breathed my name like a question, her fingers tracing up my arm now, deliberate. My heart pounded as I turned to face her, our faces inches apart. In the moonlight, her eyes were dark with something new, desire. I couldn't hold back. I leaned in, capturing her lips in a slow, tentative kiss that quickly turned hungry. Her mouth was so soft, tasting like the wine we'd shared earlier, and she moaned softly into it, her tongue meeting mine in a way that made my whole body ache.

My hands found her waist, pulling her on top of me as she straddled my hips. God, the weight of her felt perfect, her heat grinding against my erection through our clothes. She broke the kiss to whisper, "I've wanted this for so long," her voice trembling with need. I slid my hands under her tank, cupping her breasts, full and firm, nipples hardening under my thumbs as I teased them. She arched her back, grinding harder, her breath coming in short gasps that drove me wild.

I flipped us over, pinning her gently beneath me, trailing kisses down her neck, sucking lightly on that spot just below her ear that made her whimper. "Tell me what you want," I murmured against her skin, my hand slipping down to the waistband of her shorts. She bucked her hips up. "You. All of you. Now."

I peeled off her shorts and panties in one motion, exposing her-wet and ready, her scent intoxicating. My fingers explored her folds, slick and warm, circling her clit until she was writhing, clutching the sheets. "Fuck, Chris, yes... right there." Her moans were music, building as I slipped a finger inside her, then two, curling them to hit that spot that made her cry out. She was so tight, clenching around me, her body trembling on the edge.

But I needed more. I kissed my way down her body, tasting her skin, her nipples, her stomach, until I was between her thighs. My tongue flicked over her clit, slow at first, then faster as she tangled her fingers in my hair, pulling me closer. She tasted like heaven, sweet and salty, and her hips bucked against my mouth as I sucked and licked, feeling her get closer, her breaths turning to desperate pleas. "Don't stop... oh god, I'm gonna come..." And she did, hard, her whole body shuddering, thighs squeezing my head as waves of pleasure hit her.

I couldn't wait anymore. I shed my boxers, my cock throbbing, and she reached for me, stroking it with a grip that made me groan. "Inside me," she begged, guiding me to her entrance. I pushed in slowly, inch by inch, feeling her stretch around me-hot, wet, perfect. We both gasped as I filled her completely. I started thrusting, deep and steady, her nails digging into my back as she met every move. The bed creaked under us, but we didn't care. It was raw, intense, her wrapping her legs around me, pulling me deeper, whispering filthy things like "Harder, make me yours."

We switched positions, her on top now, riding me with abandon. Watching her bounce, breasts swaying, head thrown back in ecstasy. It was the hottest thing. I gripped her ass, thrusting up to meet her, our bodies slick with sweat. She came again, clenching around my cock, and that pushed me over the edge. I pulled out just in time, spilling onto her stomach with a guttural moan, collapsing beside her in a tangle of limbs.

We lay there after, catching our breath, her head on my chest. "That was... wow," she said, giggling. It wasn't awkward and it felt right. She ended up staying longer than planned, and let's just say, we shared that bed every night. Best "platonic" sleepover ever.