Rescuing my Friend’s Girlfriend

This evening takes place during the summer after my freshman year of college. This was the first time I found myself in a situation like it and I quickly discovered I love taking things that are not mine. I have removed all names, everything else is accurate to my memory except for a few conversational details.

I (19M) was laying in bed late one night in my one bedroom apartment trying to sleep when my phone rings. No one calls me, especially this late. I immediately sit up and see who it is. I check their name but there isn’t one. Whoever is calling, I don’t have them in my contacts. I silence the call and lay back down, trying to sleep again.

My phone rings again and I start to think it might actually be important. I pick up my phone again and answer with a sleepy, “Hello?”

“Please help me,” in a trembling female voice is all I hear before whoever it is starts bawling. As you can imagine, hearing that randomly late at night freaked the hell out of me. I sat straight up in bed and tried to get more information from her.

“Who is this? What’s going on?” I ask her, some panic setting in.

“It’s-it’s-its (her name), I’m dating (friend),” She stammers. “I have your number from a couple group chats we’ve been in.”

“Oh yeah hey what’s wrong? Is everything ok? Why aren’t you calling (friend)?” I calm down just a little bit once I realize who it was but I was still on edge from her opening line. We had met a few times at parties and events but we have only had a few conversations with each other. This was definitely out of the ordinary.

“I’ve tried and tried and tried,” she says with desperation in her voice. “He won’t pickup and I can’t see his location. I’ve called a couple people but no one has answered…I know you and my boyfriend are close, he talks about you a lot. I know I can trust you. I didn’t know what else to do, I’m sorry,” she sobs to me.

“Ok, just tell me what’s going on. You pretty much woke me up but I’m here now. I can’t help you unless I know more.”

“I was at a party with some friends and they left me. I’m just standing on the side of the road. Please, I’m scared. Can you come get me?”

It only seemed like half the story but I wasn’t going to push her now. I try to get her to tell me where she is at but she isn’t sure. I can tell she had been drinking pretty heavily. I was tempted to tell her to just call an Uber and go back to bed, but something about the fact that she called me out of anyone made me feel a little responsible for getting her home. “Send me your location. Let me see where you’re at.”

My phone dings when it comes through and I take a look. Of course, her little green dot is over on a not-so-nice part of town, maybe 20 minutes away. I sigh, it’s definitely not the part of the city a pretty, intoxicated young woman should be alone. I tell her I’ll call right back and hang up. I start calling my friend and blast his phone with notifications. I call him, FaceTime him, call him on Snapchat, message him on instagram, call him on Discord, you name it. He doesn’t answer. I groan, knowing I’m going to have to take care for this tonight.

I call her back and she answers immediately. “Ok, stay right where you are. I’m on my way. Do not hang up the phone,” I say to her. I want to make sure she’s safe while I’m on the way. I throw some sweatpants over my boxers and put on a pair of shoes before heading down to my truck. The whole time, I’m trying to get more information out of her about what happened but she is too flustered and can’t really talk. Meanwhile, I’m also texting my friend a play by play about what I was doing. The last thing I wanted was for him to wake up in the morning and think I secretly picked her up in the middle of the night or something.

I finally get close and she is in a sketchy, dimly lit neighborhood. I approach her location and tell her I’m there, hanging up the phone. Leaning against a tree next beside the road is my friend’s girlfriend, face glistening from her tears. She’s wearing a baseball cap with an oversized hoodie and tight fighting leggings. I pull over in front of her and get out. I walk around the truck to her, calling out her name as I get close, “Hey (her name)”.

Let me describe her real quick. I didn’t know her exact age but I knew she was a little older than my friend and I, maybe 20 years old. She’s Latina, with lighter brown skin and stands at maybe 5’4’’. She has straight black hair, dark eyebrows, full lips, and a pair of thick black glasses over her brown eyes that gave her the sexy librarian or teacher vibe. She also has wider hips with a round ass and smaller waist, giving her a nice natural hourglass figure that wasn’t too exaggerated. Finally, she had a pair of average-sized, but perky tits sitting on her chest. She wasn’t supermodel pretty, but she was definitely attractive.

She runs towards me and throws her arms around me. Up until now, we had barely met and never touched like this. I was a little shocked but allowed her to hold me as I lightly squeeze her back. I notice how much smaller than me she is and how soft her body is. Not wanting to wait in this part of town longer than we had to, I guide her over to the passenger side of my truck. I open the door for her and make sure she gets in ok. She’s a little wobbly so I wait until she’s fully seated. I grab the seatbelt and lean over her, buckling her in. I can definitely smell the booze on her breath. She picks up her feet and puts them on her seat in front of her, wrapping her arms around her shins and curling into a ball, sniffling.

I close the door and walk back around my truck. I get in and we take off. After a couple minutes of me driving back towards my place, I realize I don’t even know where she lives. “Where am I taking you?” I ask as I look over at her.

She’s staring out the front windshield over her knees. “Please don’t take me home. I don’t want to be alone right now,” she whispers without moving.

At this point I can tell something bad happened. “Ok..” I say hesitantly. I really didn’t want to take her back to my place but I didn’t know where else to bring her. We eventually pull into the garage and go up to my unit. We walk inside and she heads straight into the bathroom and closes the door. I stand in the kitchen for a second and hear muffled sobs through the door. I decide to give her some privacy.

I awkwardly sit down on the couch and turn on the tv. At this point, I’m just glad she’s safe. She can take my bed, I’ll sleep on the couch. I try to get comfortable and pull a blanket over myself while I wait for her. I hit my wax pen a few times, trying to put my wired mind back into sleep mode. The bathroom door opens and she comes out without the hat or hoodie on. I won’t lie, she took my breath way for a second. She was only wearing a thin white tank top under the hoodie that left her perky nipples easily visible through the thin material. Her stomach peaked out between her top and her leggings, revealing her lightly toned abs. Of course, her lower half looked incredible in the leggings she was wearing. She had also cleaned up her face a bit, removing the smeared makeup and signs of her crying. I tried not to stare as she sits down a little bit down the couch.

“Can I get you anything?” I ask her. “The bed is all yours. I’m staying out here tonight.”

She shakes her head and scoots closer, taking the spot directly next to me and pulling the same blanket I was using over her too. Here is where I know I first messed up. I should have pushed for her to go in the other room and go to bed right then. Or I should have distanced myself from her. But I didn’t. My mind was stuck on the sight of her leaving the bathroom and how her body felt when she hugged me earlier. She keeps trying to call her boyfriend, but his phone is off or dead and nothing goes through. I see anger form in her eyes that continues to grow as time passes. A few minutes later, the screen goes black as her phone dies in her hands. She screams in frustration and tosses her phone to the side.

“Here, let me get you a charger” I start to move but she stops me with her arm and pulls me back down so I don’t get up. She eventually starts to calm down and soon settles in next to me as we watch a show together. Some time passes and she notices me with my pen in my hand. She reaches her hand out asking for it and I hand it to her. “You ever gonna tell me what happened tonight?” I question.

She takes a couple hits and sits there, clearly deciding what she wants to say. She looks at me saying, “Ok I’ll tell you… But I don’t want you telling (friend) about it. I will on my own, ok?” I nod and she scoots closer, putting her head on my shoulder. She lets out a big sigh and starts, “One of my guy friends I was with…” She pauses. “He pushed me into the bathroom at the party… trapped me as he put his hands all over me.” Her body begins to tremble against me and I put my arm around her, pulling her in tight. “I pushed him back and didn’t let him go any further but I was so so scared,” she admits softly. I was NOT expecting to be this kind of therapist tonight… This is way beyond what I was expecting and what I knew how to deal with. Do I call the cops? Do I grab my gun and go for vengeance? I kept praying I’d get a call from my friend so he could come help her. Sadly though, that call never came. I knew at the bare minimum she just needed some support. I sat there and held her tightly as she cried on me.

I do feel a little awkward sitting there not speaking so I do ask, “Do you want to talk about it, or just sit here?”

“Just sit here with me please,” she asks me. She quietly sobs for a few before calming down once more.

At this point I’m exhausted. I was already ready for bed once and the longer we sat there, the worse it was getting. I slowly start sliding down until I’m practically laying on the couch. Since she was laying on my shoulder, she followed me down and we were soon laying together. I start to doze off as I feel her snuggle deeper under my arm.

I’m not sure how much time has passed before I feel a hand on my chest. It slowly starts to caress me up and down and I open my eyes. The lights are off with the tv still quietly playing in the background. I tilt my head down and she is staring right at me. I lock eyes with her and we just look at each other. “What?” I finally ask her, wondering what was going through her mind.

“Can I kiss you?” She whispers, looking up at me.

My mind starts racing. She wants to kiss me? After the night she had? We barely know each other. What about my friend? What on earth was happening? A million things went through my head after hearing those words. To be completely honest, these are still thoughts I have to this day. This was also the last chance I had to be a good person. I could have rejected her, turned over and fallen asleep without complicating anything. Instead, my half-asleep, stoned, horny-ass self decided to nod his head.

She reaches up and kisses me very gently. Our lips barely brush together as we test the waters. I decide to pull her close with the one arm that is still around her, deepening the kiss and showing her I wasn’t going to back out. She moans against my lips as my other hand begins to explore her body. I start with her face, caressing her cheek before I move down. I feel her small breasts, her narrow waist, her hips… I notice her cute little nipples are rock hard. I gently squeeze one and that causes an instant sharp inhale from her. “Sensitive,” I think to myself.

We continue making out and exploring each other when she pulls herself over and straddles me. I grab the bottom of her tank top and start sliding it up. She feels what I’m doing and pauses, reaching down before peeling it off of her. She sits up on me, allowing me to admire and grab her breasts before she falls back down. Our tongues dance as I play with her sensitive nipples. She is constantly moaning and begins to rub her hips back and forth on my lap. We keep playing until she pulls back, sliding herself down until she was on the floor on her knees. “Can I taste you?” She whispers softly, looking up at me from the floor. The way she keeps asking me to take the next step excites me so much. It was quiet and submissive but also forward and showed her desire.

I don’t respond. I reach down and grab the waistband of my shorts and boxers, starting to pull them down my thighs. She grabs the waistbands from my hands and pulls them down to my ankles for me. She looks at my half-hard cock for a second before leaning forward. She picks it up and softly strokes me as she points it down towards herself. She brings her mouth close and kisses my tip, staring me in the eyes. It was at this moment where I knew I needed to have her. I didn’t care about my friend anymore. Without breaking that eye contact, her lips part and she takes me into her mouth, sucking hard on my tip making me moan. I feel myself continuing to grow inside of her. She puts a hand on my shaft and begins to stroke me up and down without looking away, her eyes are absolutely hypnotizing me. I’m now rock hard and my hips involuntarily start moving to try to go deeper.

She finally breaks eye contact and takes more of me into her mouth, bouncing up and down as far as she could go. Her gag reflex stopped her from taking all of me but I’ll take what I can get. Whenever she would pull back for air, she would keep going with her hands and show off her tits.

After a couple rounds, I’m ready to move on. “I want you,” I tell her through heavy breaths. I think she was waiting to hear those exact words. She springs up and pulls her leggings down in one move, standing there completely naked in front of me. She starts to look a little shy but I’m giddy with excitement. I take her body in completely with my eyes before I sit up. I put my hands on her waist and lean back, guiding her on top of me as I lay down flat.

She’s now kneeling over me, looking down into my eyes. Even though we aren’t touching yet, I can feel the heat of her pussy on the bottom of my cock. I grab her face with both hands and pull her into a deep kiss. As our tongues dance together she reaches down and grabs my hard cock, angling it up to her entrance. She pushes her hips down as we make out and I enter her soaking wet pussy. I was so drunk with lust I didn’t even think about a condom. Clearly she didn’t care either. She shudders and moans into my mouth as she starts slowly bouncing her ass on me. I grab her narrow waist and pull her deeper onto me with each bounce. We separate our lips and she pushes herself up on her arms above me. I let her stay in control and she keeps things slow. She throws her head back and slowly slides herself all the way down my cock, enjoying every inch. She grinds her hips back and forth while I’m buried inside before she slowly slides up until just the head of my cock is inside her. She does this over and over again, until I can’t take it anymore. I need to speed up.

I reach up and wrap an arm around her, pulling her down onto me. I hold her tight to my chest and, with my cock still inside her, I rotate, flipping us over. She shrieks and giggles as I turn and I’m now on top of her. I start back at her pace before quickly ramping it up. Pretty soon I am pounding her pussy. I pull out as far as I can before thrusting forward with all my strength. She can’t get enough. She begs for be to go deeper, for me to go harder, for me to not stop. I reach down and grab her legs, pulling them up onto my shoulders. This completely sets her off as I’m folding her in half with each thrust. She begins to writhe in pleasure as she cums aggressively on my cock. Tears streak down her face again but she begs for me to continue.

She grabs my hands off of her and pulls them up, putting them on her neck and wrapping my fingers around her. I raise an eyebrow at her as I continue thrusting and it takes a second before she is finally able to spit out, “Choke me please.” I oblige gently, not enough to leave a mark but enough for her to get what she wants. Another orgasm hits her hard and she convulses below me. I release her legs from my shoulders and let her straighten them as she tries to scream, but can’t fully because of my hands on her throat. Her legs vibrate next to me and she goes stiff. I take one hand off her throat and bring it down to her clit, playing with it and trying to extend her orgasm as long as I can.

I finally release her entirely and pull myself back out of her pussy. She collapses down on the couch, shuddering and taking huge breaths. “You feel so good, I’ve never been fucked like this,” she whispers. Her and I both know she’s saying I’m better than my friend. What a nice little ego boost... I give her a minute to stop panting and I admire the girl below me, stroking my cock as I do. As fucked up as the whole situation was, I really wasn’t going to regret this.

I put my cock back inside her slowly and she whimpers below me. We lock eyes again and I know I won’t last long. I’ll pull out when I cum but I’m fucking her until the very end. I slowly slide in and out until I feel my balls start to tighten up. I realize I really don’t have much longer and ask her where she wants its. “Can you cum in me?,” she asks and wraps her legs around me, stopping me from pulling out. I pause and look at her, absolutely shocked. She nods and bites her lip. “Please,” she cries, begging for me to fill her.

At this point I didn’t care. Nothing else mattered. I made the decision to give her what she wanted. I rammed her as hard as I could until I couldn’t handle it anymore. I plunge as deep as I can go and moan her name. I absolutely explode inside of her. Spurt after spurt of my hot cum fills her. There is so much it starts to come out around my cock. I collapse on top of her without pulling out, keeping my cum inside of her as long as possible and allowing myself to soften inside.

We lay there for several minutes, not saying a word to one another. She gently plays with my hair as I catch my breath on top of her. I finally roll off of her and land on my side facing her. She turns away from me but scoots back, making herself the little spoon. She grabs my arm and pulls it over herself. I squeeze her tight against me and hold her. I kiss the back of her neck.

We both get up to go to the bathroom and come back. I check the clock on the stove as I pass it and it is now about 3:45am. We lay back down and I snuggle into her again from behind, putting my hand on her waist. She coos lightly and presses her ass back into me with a slight wiggle. I can’t help it as my cock starts to stir again. I lean forward, putting my mouth next to her ear and whisper, “Can I have you one more time?” She nods, pushing back against me even harder. I reach down and start stroking my growing cock, getting ready for round two.

Once I’m hard, I slide myself right against her pussy, between her thighs. She gasps as my cock brushes along the full length of her. She is still an absolutely soaking mess. I pull back and line up with her entrance before pushing myself back inside her. She feels just as good as last time, maybe even more since now I was fucking through my own cum from just a few minutes ago. I knew I was going to leave more. Like I said, I was drunk with lust. I wanted to breed her.

This round isn’t slow and sweet. I pound her from behind, desperate to enjoy this last time together before the night ended. Who knows what the morning would bring. She moans loudly as I have my way with her. I reach around her and grab her nipple pulling it hard. She pushes her hips back to meet me with each thrust, making me ram her even harder. I don’t last long as I bury myself in her once more, blowing my second load deep inside her. Like last time, I stay still and enjoy the feeling of her cum-filled pussy around my cock. I wrap my arms around her and kiss her neck one more time. She nuzzles back into me with my cock still inside her.

“Thank you for picking me up,” she whispers sweetly. I slide out of her, turn her around, and pull her onto me. I kiss her one more time before pulling back and letting her lay on me. She’s asleep within a minute. Some fucked up part of me smiled at the thought of how much cum I dumped into my friend’s girl. I wanted her to be mine. Something about it just excited me like never before. I grab the blanket we were using earlier and throw it over us. I also reach over and grab my phone one last time to check the time; 4:10AM. I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore.

“We’ll see what happens I suppose,” I think to myself as I look at her sleeping face. I pull her into me a little tighter and fall asleep next to her on my couch.