OnlyFriends Ch. 1

Image by author (AI) — Naomi in class

Tags: College, Harem, Impregnation, OnlyFans

Author’s note: “This story is a multipart series that involves pregnancy and attempted rape, readers please be advised. There are no minors involved in explicit activities. Excluding the cover image, NO generative AI has been used during the writing process.”

College is a time to indulge in casual sex. Why have a lover when friends can provide the same thing?

This entry is written from the perspective of ‘you’, the reader, taking the role of a 20 year-old American male in college. You possess dirty blonde hair and a confident jawline, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist that hint at a disciplined routine in the gym. Raised in a quiet suburb, you had moved into a small city apartment rented by your parents, providing the rare freedom of an independent adult while striving for a business-accountancy degree at a university nearby.

However, you’re constantly on the lookout to get lucky, and satisfy the ever-simmering libido that secretly drives typical males of your age. Since your high-school days, you’ve had a lucky break here and there, with a few short-term relationships thrown in. What you hadn’t expected, was that the peak of your eventful college sex-life was about to begin.

It all began three months into your second year, when you had successfully brought back a new college friend of yours to your apartment for a remarkable weekend hook-up. Her name was Naomi Abigail, a 20 year-old Japanese-American from your university with a figure you couldn’t take your eyes off all semester.

Her appearance was a striking blend of stern and soft features, her hair a glossy cascade of chemically-bleached blonde that shimmered strikingly against her sun-kissed skin. Standing no taller than your shoulder at approximately 5’2, Naomi’s hourglass frame was eye-catching, the type only seen with gravure models. Her bust was voluminous and you estimated them to be slightly larger than the full spread of your hands. She also knew how to suit her style to her figure, often showing up to class in tight-fitting clothes that showcased her lovely curves. Combined with her mixed facial features and mischievous hazel-brown eyes, she bore a look that screamed popularity.

However looks can be deceiving, for you learned early on that she was actually rather reserved, carrying an air of uncaring quietness in her every movement. During lectures, she rarely conversed with those around her, and often defaulted to her phone, scrolling away disinterestedly. Only during the occasional group discussions did she interact with others, and unsurprisingly, many boys with similar ideas like yourself would attempt at small talk, only to learn the hard way. The way she would smirk at any attempt at a joke, or the way her face constantly defaulted to a bored gaze.

At first, you sat near her in classes, usually a seat or two away, but she never glanced at you even once. After a few weeks, one thing was for certain, there was no way she had gained anything from the lectures. She barely engaged with class activity, often deeply absorbed with whatever was on her phone with a restless attitude. In a way, her behavior amused you. Sharing many classes with her, you often wondered how a student like her managed the demanding curriculum in a relatively renowned university like yours.

To catch her attention, you knew you had to be creative. On one fateful day, you took the leap and sat right beside her. Then, you decided to write summary notes during the lecture and politely passed them to her. The first time you did that, she looked at you with slight bafflement, her usual scornful expression immediately morphing to a bothered but evidently intrigued look.

“What’s this?” she asked, attempting to slide it away to the next person.

“Hold on, that’s for you,” you replied. You briefly introduced yourself and she did the same. You then explained that with the short amount of time you’ve spent beside her, you noticed that she hadn’t taken down any notes for the upcoming test, and thought that maybe she would need it. She simply scoffed before stowing the notes into her bag disinterestedly. She then returned to her phone without another word.

You wondered if your gesture had any impact, but her deadpan face gave away nothing. However, it must have landed an impression, because surprisingly, Naomi sat beside you day in and day out, even when you changed seats. You continued to supply her notes and after your first test together, she stoically thanked you in class for helping her.

“What would you like in return?” she asked impassively. You wanted to invite her on a date, but on that day, she wore a highly revealing top with a deep neckline, and your eyes naturally drifted downwards. Expectedly, she caught you briefly eyeing her cleavage and raised her eyebrow. You attempted to salvage the situation, trying to shrug it off. But it was already too late.

“Psh, all guys are the same,” she muttered and returned to her phone. You thought you had messed up, cursing yourself under your breath. But unexpectedly, she slipped her phone towards you and proceeded to ask for your number. That moment marked the beginning of your blossoming friendship.

Your texts with her were brief and the two of you never really hung out after school. However, from what little she revealed, you learned that she often hung out late in the city attending mixers, and it was apparently causing a strain with her parents. Then on a Friday night, she texted you that she ran away from home. You quickly jumped on the opportunity and offered her your place to stay for the night. The apartment you stayed at was within the area, so it was plenty convenient. At first, she didn’t text back, and you were unsure if you had made too bold of a move.

Just as you thought the night was over as you slowly retired to bed, you got her text requesting your address. Thirty minutes later, she was at your front door in the middle of the night. She had some of her belongings in a small duffle bag and was clearly intoxicated. When you opened the door, she immediately dropped her things and tipsily stumbled into your arms. Her speech was slurred and her body limp, the blatant stench of puke and alcohol stinging your senses. But when you felt her abundant chest squish up against you, your arousal flared up.

“Thanks dude…” she slurred, while unsteadily clinging onto you, her eyes already shut close. Noticing that she could barely walk, you confidently picked her up and brought her in. You didn’t want to let this chance of getting closer to her slip away, but truth be told, her well-being mattered to you more at that point of time. You carried her over to the apartment’s only bathroom to wash up, careful not to bump her head on the doorway.

After placing her down gently, you rummaged her duffle bag for sleeping clothes, but she abruptly stopped you while shaking her head. “Help me take my shit off first, it stinks.”

Although her blatant request bewildered you, you cautiously got to it, slowly undressing her piece by piece, careful not to touch any damp areas on the fabric. She was surprisingly cooperative, raising her arms up as you pulled her halter top off, and nonchalantly unzipping her mini-shorts for you to pull it down.

Within moments, she had been stripped to her underwear. She wobbled around as she stood, not even bothering to cover herself up, her eyes threatening to close shut each second. As you returned to her duffle bag for sleeping clothes, she stopped you halfway again.

“I don’t wanna’,” she slurred. You looked at her puzzled. “Bedroom.” She pointed out of the door towards your bed. Although it was tempting, you coaxed yourself out of it. She deserves her own room, you thought, she’s too drunk for anything right now.

Fortunately, you had a spare room equipped with a simple single bed and you carried her over. As you walked down the short hallway with her in your arms, you caught sight of her briefly staring at you, but you paid no attention to it, more concerned with ending the tiring day you’ve had early. When you lowered her onto the mattress, she crawled over to the pillows and immediately began snoring.

In your heart, you felt a slight tinge of disappointment. There, laying partially naked on the bed, was the hottie you had been fantasizing about for almost half a semester, fast asleep after a rough night out. However, you couldn’t bring yourself to touch her. It just didn’t feel right. You were many things sinful, but taking advantage of a girl who trusted you with her safety was not one of them. With a heavy sigh, you returned to your bedroom, slipping underneath the covers and falling asleep to tantalizing images of her naked body.

…

When you woke up the next morning, something strange had occurred. Naomi was cuddled up by your side, sleeping peacefully as if she had always been there, her unclothed body loosely wrapped underneath the covers. You hadn’t expected to wake up beside her, stunned at her peculiar behavior and the fact that she appeared to have stripped off her underwear by herself. Why the hell is she naked? But damn, she sure looks cute, you privately admired, especially at how she drooled all over your pillow. Tempted to uncover the blanket to catch a glimpse of her stunning body, you ultimately stopped yourself. You tried your best to slip off the bed without disturbing her rest, but maybe it was your movement, or the sudden absence of your warmth, for she stirred awake with a big yawn.

“My head’s spinning,” Naomi groaned. You promptly grabbed a glass of water by your bedside and gave it to her. She chugged it down before passing it back to you.

“Hey Naomi,” you said. She looked up at you curious. “Why are you in my bed?”

She gave you a distrusting look. “I don’t know, you tell me. Why am I naked in your bed? I’m guessing we fucked or something,” she said in a matter-of-fact tone.

You raised your hands in protest. “Woah, hold on a minute. I put you in the other room. You crept in here by yourself.”

She looked around the room with amusement, then blew a raspberry. “My bad. I must have wanted something warm to sleep with. So… we didn’t do anything?” Her sleepy voice masking a hint of disappointment.

“Unfortunately, no,” you replied straightly.

An unamused smirk crept up her face. “Thanks for not doing anything, I really appreciate it. Although…” She stared at you intently, and you could sense her eyes wander around your shirtless torso before eyeing down to your bulging crotch which was already at full mast. “I must say, your bod’ is rather decent for a dork.”

“Dork?” you responded.

“Yeah, only a dork like you tries to hook up by writing love notes” she replied, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

“Those were lecture notes Naomi,” you replied, crossing your arms.

“Oh really? I thought you were just writing your creepy shit on them,” she teased, searching the bed for her phone to no avail.

“So, you didn’t even use them?” you retorted, barely hiding your annoyance. Having realized that she had left her phone back in the other room, she gave up.

“I did, I did. I’m just joking,” she corrected. “Your notes helped me a ton. I actually passed the test, all thanks to you to be honest.” She laid on her side with her hand propping up her head, yawning at you with bored eyes. You could not help but relish at the way her soft mounds rested sideways, partially hidden under the covers.

You stood silent, unsure of what to say. Her seemingly lack of care that she was barely naked in some guy’s room made you both puzzled and aroused. Every fibre in your body wanted to pounce on her, every signal from her body language seemingly open for reception. The silence in the room allowed the sexual tension within you to simmer.

Sensing your hesitation, Naomi sighed and patted the space beside her, signaling you to come closer, like she had read your inner-most desires. You slowly sat down, failing to keep your hands to yourself, reaching out by themselves to pull at the bed covers. As you revealed a little bit more of her cleavage, you noticed the slight hue change of her dark areolas. Your heart rate steadily climbed in anticipation, eager to do more. You fully expected her to stop you by this point, but she strangely didn’t, letting you fully uncover the sheets off her naked chest. And there they were, as beautiful as you had imagined them. You admired their firmness, the way they swooped upwards in a perfect curve, equally full at the top and the bottom, her nipples already stiff from the cool air.

“Can I?” you sheepishly asked, reaching out with one hand to gently hold the base of one of her breasts, enjoying how it rested on your hand with a slight heftiness.

She raised an eyebrow, her eyes watching your perverted touch with eager caution. “You’re already touching me dude,” she replied, bemused at how every man seemed to immediately gravitate towards them like bees to a flower. She contemplated slapping your hand away, but a part of her couldn’t be bothered.

You appreciated them equally, your thumb briefly brushing against her stiffened nipples. She remained unfazed from your touch, her face relaxed in a permanent smirk. And yet, you sensed her breathing quicken, like her body had reacted to it automatically. Feeling the tension rise, you took the leap of faith and leaned in slowly, closing the gap between you and her. In an instant, you had planted your lips on hers, feeling her warm breath exhale into yours. She offered no resistance, letting you grip her supple flesh with one-sided neediness. You briefly inserted your tongue into her mouth before pulling yourself away momentarily.

While you kissed, the urge to be more daring was too compelling. You pulled your boxers off, exposing your throbbing erection, boasting an impressive girth and length of nine inches. A sliver of pre-cum had already begun to trickle out of the tip. Naomi raised an eyebrow. “Why’d you pull that out for?”

You froze, wobbling it in the air out of habit. “Um, were we not gonna-?”

“What, just because I let you kiss me, that means we gonna fuck?” she sharply said. For a moment, you thought you had messed up, blaming your own lust for being too eager. You picked up your boxes in embarrassment, trying to salvage the situation.

Naomi broke into laughter, her hand gesturing for you to come closer. Not questioning it, you leaned in, and this time, she was the one who pulled you in for a kiss. Similarly, her tongue momentarily inserted into your mouth before she pulled it away.

You lightly nudged her body down, laying her flatly beneath you. The sexual tension in the room had reached its tipping point. Your cock, twitching with anticipation, was eager to sink deep into her honeypot. She remained docile, as if she had already expected this scene to occur.

“Naomi,” you interrupted. She looked up at you with annoyance, growing restless by the minute. “–I think you’re really beautiful, and I was honestly hoping for this to happen. Do you want to go out with me?” you confidently asked, rubbing your cock slowly on her clit. Her breath shortened but her poker face remained.

“No.” she plainly replied, feeling your tip nestle near her entrance.

You pulled yourself away. “Huh? Then–”

She remained still and sighed. “Dude, just get on with it, we gonna fuck or not?”

Not wanting her to second-guess herself any longer, you promptly plunged yourself in, your thick girth easily sliding in without resistance, before bottoming out at full length. Her pussy was surprisingly looser than you expected, considering most girls you’ve been with typically reacted to the stretch. Despite that, you could still feel your cock pressing against her cervix, giving light kisses with your tip. She gasped softly, trying not to reveal her pleasure. Slowly, you began thrusting, your hips pumping steadily to a rhythm, savoring her slick warmth. Your mouth gravitated towards her supple breasts as they shook in motion.

Gradually, you amped up the pace, and within several minutes, you were slamming it hard, your body growing increasingly ready for a release. All you could think about was the inevitable sweetness of blowing your load in the girl below you. You couldn’t believe the girl that you have been fantasizing all this while was just letting you fuck her so easily. Naomi remained under your weight with poise, seemingly unaffected by your rough-handling. But her breathing grew shorter and shorter, betraying her passionless demeanor as she opened up to the pleasure. Nevertheless, you continued thrusting to your heart’s content, hugging her body tightly while you suckled on her jiggling tit.

Very quickly, you felt your loins burn with passion, and your thrusting became more erratic. Sensing your climax, Naomi automatically wrapped her legs around your waist with practiced ease, not allowing your bodies to separate. “Cum whenever you want,” she whispered monotonously like she had rehearsed those words many times.

Hearing those words, your floodgates opened and your body involuntarily jerked forwards, pushing the entire length of your shaft deeper before erupting thick wads of your spunk into her pussy. All you could think about in that moment was holding her irresistible body as tightly as you could while you loudly emptied your balls inside her.

As your body twitched in ecstasy, Naomi held onto your arms, her aloof mask slipping away momentarily as she savored the warmth that suddenly filled her deep in her tummy, a sensation she was very familiar with ever since she lost her virginity. There was something greatly satisfying about a boy pinning her down and impulsively unloading himself inside her, even if the consequences could be severe.

After the final spasms ended, Naomi restlessly waited for you to roll off her before she sat up and began wiping her slick crotch with nearby tissues. “Geez, you trying to knock me up or something?” she rhetorically asked, hastily wiping the sperm that oozed out of her gaping hole.

“Oh shit, are you on the pill?” you sheepishly said, giving her more tissues. Naomi rolled her eyes. You were so caught up in the heat of it that you honestly forgot about the protection.

“Welp, it doesn’t matter now,” she said half-annoyed, but with a tone that didn’t display any real hostility. Instead, she seemed rather pleased with herself, like she was masking her subtle enjoyment.

“To my defense, you locked me in,” you coyly replied.

Naomi ignored your remark, struggling to wipe the endless stream of semen that slowly oozed out of her. “Wow, there’s still so much left,” she quipped. It seemed that the batch of cum you just pumped inside her was too viscous and refused to leave, clearly the result of several weeks of celibacy.

You grabbed the tissue box and aided her, carefully scooping up the cum as it flowed out. “My bad, I should have pulled out,” you apologized. “I didn’t realize how pent up I was”.

“You don’t say,” Naomi replied, leaning back against the pillows, letting you take over the task of cleaning. “As long as you’re satisfied, we’re even.”

So that’s why she lulled you in, this was her way of showing gratitude. However, deep down, you weren’t yet satisfied, guiltily desiring an even stronger bond with her. You cleared your throat, the words stuck below struggling to surface. Naomi sensed your hesitation almost immediately. “Let me guess, you want to do it again.”

You shook your head. “Not that– I mean yes, I would like to do it, but I was kinda hoping we could date,” you stated, your heart beating wildly in your chest. Having the words leave your mouth, you realized how outrageously corny they were. But she didn’t display any disgust, instead her mouth pursed thinly, the sides curling inwards, like she was expecting those exact words to be spoken.

Naomi scoffed. “Nah, not looking for a boyfriend right now.”

“How come?” you asked, caressing her breasts as you laid beside her.

She shrugged. “I’m done with dating for the time being.”

“Even if I ask again?” Your tone was playful, watching her expression closely for any sign of rejection.

“Not unless you pay me, but I don’t do that anymore.” Her mood shifted slightly more somber, hinting at a colored past.

“Oh… well, I can’t really pay you,” you apologetically said.

She snickered, taking a deep breath before exhaling. “Nah, you’re good. I’m here because I want to.”

Speaking of being here, you thought, why was she here? “So why did you leave your home?” you gently asked.

Naomi shrugged and turned away. “I had an argument with my parents.” Her eyes sank down and her face turned slightly sullen.

You leaned over to catch her eye, lightly petting her arm. “About what?”

She stared at you, as if she was contemplating whether you were worthy of the answer. “They found my birth control and cigarettes. My folks are super religious, my dad being a pastor for a Catholic church. Plus, they were already unhappy that I was frequently coming home late.” she finally answered, with a tinge of sadness that was quickly hidden.

Feeling strangely compelled to comfort her, you stroked her hair gently, gliding your hand across her forehead to sweep loose strands of her blonde hair back. For a moment, she looked at you with tender eyes, before quickly averting her gaze away. “Then why my place? I’m sure you’ve got plenty of friends who wouldn’t mind you staying over.”

“LOL. I don’t actually have that many close friends. Most of them are just people I club with. Also, I broke up with my ex last night.” she replied. “He found out I was preggers with one of his and that I had aborted it a month ago.”

“Woah,” you replied, unsure of what to say. You felt stunned at how casual she was in sharing that. Her Catholic parents would have an absolute field day if they found out how wild their daughter has been this whole time.

Naomi sensed your reluctance to talk further. “It’s fine, it’s not my first. I’ve already had two abortions before that. In fact, the doctor said no more or my body would be at risk. Which is why I started taking the pill, but then my parents found them… and burned them… and now I’m here, at your place.” She spoke with relief, like a burden was lifted off her chest.

You continued stroking her hair, hoping to ease up her sullen mood. “Damn, I’m sorry to hear that. Two abortions huh, whose was it?”

She turned back towards you, her eyes staring into yours. “I don’t know, probably the sugar daddy I was seeing at the time, or one of the guys I met online. As I said, I don’t do that anymore.” You leaned in towards her, casually caressing her breasts with your other hand. No wonder she had the tits of a mother but the body of a teen.

“And now you’re here, on my bed,” you whispered softly. “What if you get knocked up again by me after today?”

She looked away, avoiding your gaze. “I don’t know, I probably can’t have kids anymore to be honest. The doctor said if I get pregnant again, it’ll be a miracle.” Her fingers roamed to her crotch, still slick with cum. In actuality, she wasn’t sure if her chances of pregnancy were indeed low, she had only heard so. Still, it gave her great comfort whenever a man held her close as he ejaculated. It always made her feel less lonesome.

Her melancholic blankness spurred something paternal in you, a protective instinct you never knew you had. You wanted to embrace her with warmth, tell her that if she indeed got pregnant, you would be there to support her. But something stopped you. The pragmatic side of you who understood that realistically, you may not have the heart to stick around. You gathered that your pleasure-seeking nature would prevail, not wanting to be tied down by the consequences of your actions. And so, you laid beside her, ashamed of your own thoughts, yet highly aroused by the sight of her beautiful naked body, your hardening cock twitching for more.

You gently pulled her head towards you, and her foxy eyes stared right back. “Since you don’t wish to have a boyfriend, how about as sex friends? I still want to spend more time with you.”

Her face softened slightly by your words, but her tone was stoic. “Fine. I need a place to stay for the time being anyways.”

Your heart rejoiced. I can’t believe it, you thought, my first fuck-buddy since high-school, and with a hottie no less. The future all of a sudden seemed brighter. Your hands fidgeted with your cock as it stood erect again, ready to mate for the second time that morning. You resumed massaging her breasts, even suckling on a nipple that was quickly stiffening inside your mouth. She remained still, lazily ruffling her fingers through your hair, unbothered by your incessant groping. You inserted your hand between her legs. discovering how slick she already was.

“Can we?” you asked plainly, looking up to meet her gaze.

She stared back with a slight smirk. “Yeah, yeah, go ahead.” Her words were dry without any disapproval, which made you even more aroused. You could no longer hold your lust.

Hastily, you dove between her legs, aligning yourself to her entrance, still sticky with your cum. Without delay, you drove your erection inside her and began thrusting in missionary. She wrapped her arms around your neck, peacefully submitting to your lustful attacks. The two of you had already fucked to completion earlier, and yet here you were, a short conversation later, frantically humping her like a beast. Her eyes were seductively calm as her gaze remained focused on yours. Your breaths were in sync while your bodies moved in tandem to the motion. She bit the side of her lower lip while gripping onto your buttocks, pulling in your hips after each thrust, almost as if she was enjoying it.

After a few minutes of explosive pistoning, it was not long before you similarly found yourself gripping tightly onto Naomi’s supple frame as you unloaded everything that you had for the second time. Your body spasmed uncontrollably, your vision blurring from the immense pleasure. Her hug tightened around you, as if she was coaxing you to be truly spent. When all was done, you collapsed in a huff and fell into a deep slumber while your cock remained buried in her depths. Before you faded into unconsciousness, you could feel her stroking your back, taking deep breaths as she calmed herself down.

…

An hour later, you awoke to the sound of Naomi’s tummy growling, and you could sense that she was growing impatient for not moving off her. You admired her patience for keeping your flaccid cock inside her while you slept.

“Hungry?” you asked.

“Yeah,” Naomi replied, staring blankly at the ceiling.

You promptly got up and asked: “What would you like?”

“Anything” she plainly replied.

“Hmm, I’ll whip up what I have then.” You headed to the kitchen and prepared a meal for the both of you. It was already 4 in the afternoon. All you two had been doing was fuck since morning.

Fifteen minutes later, you called out to her from the kitchen. She strolled out of your bedroom with damp hair and a new set of clothes. She was wearing a thin spaghetti top and tight matching underwear, sourced from the clothes she brought. Even now, you were still at awe with her curvaceous silhouette, greatly enhanced by the loose bralette that allowed her supple breasts to sway freely. You definitely felt your arousal return again, but you steered your focus to something more important: food.

“Ooh, Omu curry rice.” Naomi chirped. She quickly sat down and took her first bite. “Not bad, didn’t know you could cook,” she spoke with her mouth full.

“I live alone, so I had to learn,” you replied with a stuffed mouth as you were also famished. After that, the two of you no longer spoke and simply devoured your food. In no time, your plates were empty and your stomachs were full.

Naomi sighed and leaned back in her chair. “That was pretty good.” She stared at the ceiling, rubbing her tummy. It always feels nice when someone enjoys your cooking. You got up and collected your plates to clean up.

“Wait, I’ll wash them, since you did the cooking,” said Naomi. Reluctantly, you handed the plates over and she headed to the kitchen. She’s surprisingly considerate, you thought, observing her while she washed.

Having been recently refueled, you felt your arousal return and once more, your erection steadily grew. As you approached from the back, you reached for her breasts from behind and pressed your stiff cock against her butt, relishing in her damp scent.

“Again?” said Naomi, still washing the cutlery. You continued rubbing your cock against her, not saying a word. “Fine, make it quick,” she replied dryly.

Keeping silent, you peeled her underwear back slightly to expose her gaping pussy. You could still see faint traces of your cum trickling out. “Bent downwards a bit,” you instructed, and she obeyed, arching her back down to show you her slit while leaning on the sink.

With one slick motion, you slid your cock in, easily re-entering her depths. Naomi made no sound and continued washing, but her movements had become clumsier. You pumped your cock steadily, savoring the sensation of her inner folds. Your hands grabbed onto her breasts from behind, your fingers playing with her hardened nipples. In that moment, you no longer thought of anything else but thrusting your hips. It was like you were an animal, groaning and moaning while you frantically drove your cock back and forth as mother nature intended.

After a few minutes, Naomi had already finished rinsing the dishes, while you were hastily humping her from behind. “Make sure to nut inside, it’s a pain to clean jizz off my back,” she said, patiently waiting for you to finish.

It was difficult to tell if she was enjoying it, but that was not your concern then. The only thing you cared about was the sweet sensation of release. Luckily, you didn’t have to wait long as the familiar sensation of swelling at the bulb of your cock soon arrived. “I’m gonna cum…” you groaned in her ear.

She arched her back further, waiting patiently for you to ejaculate. The surging sensation around your hilt could no longer be contained and within a second, your body jerked uncontrollably. You held on to her breasts as you pressed your pelvis tightly against the back of her ass, erupting deep inside her. Rope after rope of cum spewed out from your shaft, flooding her depths with more sticky semen. Once again, she displayed no reaction, but from the way her insides fluttered as you came, you sensed that she was downplaying her pleasure.

“That was so good,” you moaned, your cock still twitching inside her as the final spurts left your urethra.

Naomi reeled her head back, giving you a half-smile. “Yeah, it wasn’t too bad.” She tapped your arms twice, signaling you to let go.

After your ejaculation subsided, you pulled out your softening cock and lightly slapped her butt. As she straightened up, cum began to leak out of her. Goddamn this girl is beautiful. No wonder so many men wanted to fuck her. You wondered what her religious parents would think if they saw her now, naked in a random guy’s kitchen with his sperm dripping out of her. Additionally, you briefly wondered if said sperm would have shot its mark, but you pushed that thought away, unwilling to delve on it any further.

Naomi grabbed a dish cloth and wiped her crotch clean, then raised back her underwear and tidied herself, ignoring the trickle of cum that continued to leak out of her. After you helped store the dishes, you grabbed her by the waist and walked her out of the kitchen into the living room. “C’mon, let’s go rest and watch something.”

…

“I can’t see the TV,” Naomi griped, shifting her head to the side. It had only been an hour into the movie, and you already found yourself in the midst of another coupling session with her. She sat on the edge of your living room’s sofa, her legs forcibly spread wide open by your incessant thrusting, your larger frame partially blocking the screen. Although it was your idea to watch a movie, you found her exposed body too tantalizing to ignore, and the two of you ended up fucking again on the couch.

Naomi gave up on her attempts to watch the movie, leaning back against the sofa mildly annoyed by the constant rocking from your thrusting hips. Having already fucked twice that day, her pussy began to feel quite sore. Nevertheless, she opened her legs despite it, on the caveat that you finished quickly so that she could focus on the movie. Why she surrendered her body to your lust so readily remained a mystery even to her. She wondered if maybe throughout her life, she had supposedly grown accustomed to guys using her as a convenient hole for their own pleasure. Or maybe for the longest time, because she’s always had someone by her side, during the brief period of time when her ex-boyfriend left her, she felt extremely uneasy. Or maybe she secretly liked dick so much she could never reject it. Whatever the reason, Naomi felt at ease now, being embraced by someone again, even if it may only be a weekend fling. She figured that eventually, like all the boys in her life, you too would get bored of her.

As you unleashed your unbridled desires into her, you sensed her holding onto you tighter, like she was afraid you would suddenly leave. You suspected instead that she could sense that you were close to the finish line. When you finally climaxed and poured your hot essence into her, for those few moments, she savored the peace that warmed her body. The sound of your groans in her ear. The feeling of your cock pulsing wildly inside her. It all made her heart feel less empty, even if it was only temporary.

Meanwhile, you clutched her close, enjoying the rush of dopamine as the initial spurts of cum left your body. Naomi kept you in her embrace, locking you in place with her legs. As you laid in front of her with your cock buried in her depths, she rested her head on your shoulder and returned her gaze to the movie ahead.

After several heartbeats, Naomi opened up her limbs. “When you’re done, could you get me a drink, I’m thirsty. “

You nodded your head silently, still basking in the sweet aroma of her hair, the scent of shampoo still lingering. Her body was so soft and huggable. You massaged her tits, enjoying their supple weight and how your fingers sank into their form. You could still feel the last dribbles of cum trickle out of your urethra every time you twitched. It felt blissful to truly empty everything you had inside her.

When you stood up at last, you felt lightheaded and your legs were heavy. You spotted your semen flowing out of Naomi’s gaping hole like sludge pouring out of a sewer. She did not seem to be bothered, her eyes remained glued to the screen. After you returned with a glass of water for her, you watched the remainder of the film in each other’s arms.

The rest of the weekend was spent exactly as you hoped for. Whenever the urge crept in, you would immediately seek her body. Naomi never denied you and opened her legs whenever requested. The two of you fucked as much as you could; in the shower, before you slept, after you woke up, when you were bored. And each session ended with you gripping her body tightly while you blasted a fresh batch of sperm into her unprotected womb. You were addicted to her pussy. She may have been loose and sometimes unreactive, but you didn’t mind it.

…

By Monday, you had reached the end of your sex-filled escapade. The both of you were on your bed after a quick morning fuck from before. She took a whiff of her cigarette and turned to you. “We’ve got class in an hour, and I need to meet my friend before that.”

“Yeah, let’s get ready,” you replied. You picked her up and helped her off the bed. After two days of non-stop sex, Naomi could no longer walk steadily, and her body reeked of cum. With her arms slung around your neck, you carried her over to the shower.

As you showered together, you snuck in one last quickie in the shower enclosure. You didn’t even last five minutes before you were cupping her breasts from behind and blasting all that you had left, deep in her pussy. By this point you were shooting blanks, your cum thin and watery. You had reached your limit, and the muscles in your pelvic floor ached with soreness. When you pulled out, she grabbed the shower head and pointed the nozzle under her crotch, flushing out the thick fluids out of her, not saying a word.

After a few minutes of tidying up, the two of you hopped into your car and rushed to school. Along the way, she looked weirdly distant, like her mind was elsewhere. “What’s wrong?” you asked.

“Nothing. Keep driving,” she dryly replied, staring off in the window. You wondered if it was something you had done, or previously said. But nothing came to mind, other than the faint guilt of how you had treated her body for the past few days. Sensing that she was in no mood to talk, you instead placed an open palm on her lap. At first she appeared hesitant at the sight of it, then cautiously laid her hand on top, clasping yours lazily.

For a minute, there was silence, then gradually, you heard soft sniffling from her seat. Why she was crying you hadn’t the faintest clue, but now was not the time to be questioning. You clasped her hand tighter, even interlacing your fingers with hers. Then the crying got louder, and it was all you could hear, your eyes fixed on the road ahead. Then it was quiet, as quickly as it had begun. Even though she was silent for the rest of the trip, she never pulled her hand away.

Once you arrived, you brought Naomi in for a quick hug. She remained in your embrace slightly longer than you expected before she pulled away. You told her that you’ll catch her in class, and she nodded in response, before strutting into the distance. Despite the recent moment of somberness, overall you thoroughly enjoyed the weekend that had just concluded. It was surreal and epic. Your body felt truly satisfied for the first time in months, and all thoughts of sex have been expunged from your mind. The post-nut clarity had hit you like a tsunami. It was time to focus on the work that you had neglected over the past two days.

Since you had some time before your first class, you decided to drop by the library to catch up on your assignments. You quickly found a seat and began typing away on your laptop. However, just as soon as you got into the flow of things, you felt a light tap on your shoulder. You looked to the side and you saw a person whom you have not seen for a long time. Chloe Montana, your childhood friend and the girl you shared your first time with.

She stood slightly taller than Naomi, at around 5 ‘6, her fair skin catching the library’s soft lighting. Her shoulder‑length brunette hair framed a face with large, light green eyes and a smile that reminded you of home. She carried herself with a relaxed poise, the curve of her hips aligning with the smooth line of her thighs, and the hint of a smile played at the corner of her lips as she recognized you. She wore a soft white blouse tucked into a high waisted skirt, the fabric hugging her frame without clinging. The scent of vanilla from her perfume drifted lightly, and for a moment the years between you seemed to melt away.

The last time you saw her was in high school. Truth be told, the both of you were extremely naughty back in the day. Two budding teenagers who frequently skipped school to explore each other’s bodies. In your rooms, in your car, even in the school restroom cubicles. While you managed to prevent your grades from slipping, her grades dramatically suffered. To make matters worse, some of the boys in your class had discovered your frequent bouts of passion together and began to spread rumors, calling her things like ‘slut’ and ‘whore’. When her parents learned about these rumors, they took quick action and pulled Chloe out of the school. You never saw her again. Not even a farewell text, which meant that they probably forced her to cut all ties with you. To say that you thought of her often would be an understatement. You never forgot your first, occasionally wondering what your lives could have been if the both of you were simply more discreet. And now here she was, standing before you, with visible tears welling up in her eyes.

“I can’t believe it’s really you,” cried Chloe. She jumped and wrapped her arms around you. In disbelief you did the same, and she squealed with happiness in your embrace. You could sense the other students staring with annoyance. After a minute, she nervously stepped away and tidied herself. She had grown to be even more bodacious than you remembered. The first thing you noticed was the swell of her chest, the fabric stretched around the seams. Not to mention the low neckline of her blouse which made them difficult to ignore.

“You haven’t changed at all,” Chloe said happily, lifting your chin up to meet with her eyes.

“And you changed quite a lot,” you replied. “Why are you here? I thought you had moved upstate.”

“I’m a freshman, dummy. I just started my major in applied chem.” She tucked her hair behind her ear. “Also, we are upstate. You’re the one who moved here.”

“Oh…right. But shouldn’t you already be a second year then?” you asked.

“It’s… a long story. The sum of it is that when I transferred to my new school, I did an extra year because my grades were kinda trash,” said Chloe with a sheepish grin plastered on her face. “But what are the chances huh? I still can’t believe we ended up in the same college!”

“Me too, Chloe. I thought I would never see you again,” you admitted.

Tears began to well up in her eyes once more, and Chloe threw herself at you again. This time, her hug was warmer and tighter. Additionally, since you were sitting, your head perfectly rested between her soft breasts, and you could hear the thumping sound of her heart, fast and strong. You could also hear muffled sniffing from her. She embraced you for an even longer duration before she let go. You checked your watch and realized that your class was about to begin.

“Oh, I have to go now, my class is about to start,” you said, packing up your laptop.

“Oh okay, I’ll see you around then,” said Chloe, visibly saddened by your sudden departure.

You handed her your phone. “Wait, before I go, could I have your number.”

“Gladly!” Chloe exclaimed, and you heard someone shush from behind. Ignoring them, she promptly grabbed your phone and keyed in her details, before returning it back.

As you headed to class, you felt a strong sense of Deja vu. Meeting Chloe again, after all these years, had resurfaced all of the old feelings you’ve thought buried. You wondered if your past friendship with her would blossom again. However, conflict struck your heart, for you had just ended a satisfying weekend with Naomi, the effects of it still lingering in you. Never have you expected to be juggling two pursuits in your heart at the same time. Is it horrible for both to exist in my life? you contemplated. I’ve only recently managed to befriend Naomi, and to meet Chloe right after our weekend together… life sure works strangely when I least expect it.

To be continued in Chapter 2.