My Best Friend’s Ex

Palm trees. Constant sunshine. Attractive people everywhere you look. Yeah, I could get used to this. It’s my first time in Los Angeles. Actually, it’s my first time in California. As a born and raised New Yorker, I’ve never really seen anything like this city of eternal summer. I’m already regretting not taking a few extra days off to explore the city some more.

Unfortunately, I’m only in town for two nights. Not to mention, most of that time will be spent at the neuroscience conference where I’m presenting my research tomorrow.

Normally, my university would pay to put me up in a hotel, but I waited until the last minute to book my accommodations. So, no fancy downtown hotel for me. Nope. This time, I’m couchsurfing.

Luckily for me, you were gracious enough to offer me your pull-out sofa for a couple of nights. The funny thing is…You’re my best friend’s ex-girlfriend. You and I have never met in person, but I’ve heard alot about you from Leisha. Of course, you two broke up a couple of years ago. Apparently it was due to the fact that you’re out at all hours of the night thanks to your career as an up-and-coming DJ.

My cab comes to a stop right outside of a salmon-pink duplex flanked by palm trees. I grab my suitcase and check to make sure I’m at the right address. I’m not sure why, but I feel a little nervous standing outside of your apartment right now. I know a lot of intimate things about you. Like that you have a tattoo on your ribcage of an orchid. And that you and Leisha would always have sex on Sunday mornings.

Leisha always used to say that you were incredibly hot. I guess I’m about to find out if she was exaggerating or not.

“Hey, you must be Tess. Come on in. Make yourself at home.”

Wow. So, Leisha was not exaggerating. You’re all confidence and swagger as you let me in. But it’s not forced or artificial. I can tell by the way that you carry yourself that you’re completely comfortable in your skin.

“So, you’re Leisha’s best friend? I heard a lot about you when she and I were dating.”

I feel heat on my cheeks as you look at me. I don’t know why, but there’s something about your gaze that’s just…really piercing.

“Yeah, well… I heard quite a few things about you, too.”

“Oh, yeah? All good things, I hope.”

You lead me over to a three-seater pullout couch piled with a couple of blankets and a pillow. I place my suitcase down and take a seat. It feels so good to relax after such a long day.

“This isn’t much, but I promise you’ll be comfy on that couch. I think it might actually be softer than my bed.”

“I really appreciate you letting me stay here. I hope it’s no trouble.”

“No trouble at all. You must be exhausted after traveling today. I’ll get out of your hair and give you some privacy if you’d like.”

You’re right. I am exhausted. But your presence is strangely comforting and I really wouldn’t mind someone to talk to after traveling all day.

“No need. I’d love the company, actually.”

“Hey, you want a beer?”

I gladly accept and settle into the couch as you make your way into the kitchen. My eyes are naturally drawn to your backside and I take a moment to appreciate your body. There’s something really captivating about you.

I think it’s probably the fact that you’re my best friend’s ex, but it might also be the sway of your hips as you walk or the low tone of your voice. Your white shirt is unbuttoned just enough to reveal a couple of gold chain necklaces against your chest. God, I love the way that looks.

“So, you’re in town for a conference or something, right?”

“Yeah. It’s nothing too exciting. I’m presenting some of my latest research.”

Your eyes brazenly trail over my entire body, looking me up and down, taking in the sight of me. I begin to buzz slightly. Maybe it’s the beer…but I’ve only had a few sips. We continue to chat and exchange pleasantries. Despite this casual and friendly demeanor we’re sharing, I can’t help the attraction I’m feeling. I wonder if you feel it too.

Your eyes stare deeply into mine as we speak and I swear that I’ve seen you inch closer and closer to me. I’m starting to remember another detail about you that Leisha would always complain about…that you were a grade-A flirt. Something of a female Lothario. I’ve been with women before, but never a woman like you. A woman so androgynous and self-assured as you. The thought of you fucking me is…well…it’s all I can think about.

Would it be wrong to fuck my best friend’s ex? Your knee suddenly grazes mine, almost as if you’re testing me to gauge my interest. A knowing smile lingers on your lips. And I press my knee slightly into yours.

You’re leaning in closer now. And your lips are slightly parted. My whole body is thrumming with desire.

Our lips come together and just barely meet. It’s tentative at first, like you’re cautiously exploring my mouth.

Oh, oh - your lips are so soft. You press your body closer to mine and lay a hand across my thigh. I wrap my fingers around the back of your neck. I wonder if you hit on every woman you meet. Clearly you’re very good at making women feel good. Your tongue pushes between my lips and massages mine. You explore the soft, warm interior of my mouth.

“You taste really good.”

My face flushes with a rush of excitement. My whole body tenses with desire. I want you…I want you inside of me.

I lean forward, pressing our bodies impossibly close together. You lean back against the couch and settle your hands on my hips as I straddle you. If someone had told me that I’d be ending this long day of travel making out with my best friend’s ex, I don’t think I would have believed them.

Your squeeze and knead my hips as I slowly drag mine up against your pelvis. We grind against each other, just enjoying the feeling of our bodies falling into a pleasurable rhythm together. Our lips graze past one another. I kiss your jaw and you nibble at my ear.

I think I’m starting to understand why Leisha was so enamored with you. Your hands blindly grasp for the button of my jeans. I lift myself up slightly to give you better access. Oh, I can’t wait to feel your fingers teasing me. You play with the edge of my panties before pulling them to the side. You massage me with two fingers and explore my warm, wet folds.

“Mmm, you like that?”

Your fingers plunge inside me. I lower myself down onto your hand. I need you deeper inside of me…I bounce up and down on top of your fingers. Fucking myself again...and again. I paw at your pants, desperately trying to get them off of you. You unclasp them and shimmy yourself out. Suddenly, you sit up on the couch and slide out from under me.

What are you doing…?

“Hold on a second.”

I resist the urge to touch myself as I watch you briefly disappear down the hall. I pull my panties down to my ankles and kick them off as I wait.

No more than a minute or so goes by until you reemerge. You’re unbuttoning your white shirt, wearing nothing but a leather harness around your hips. My whole body rushes with desire at the sight of the black strap-on dildo hanging from the harness. You look so incredibly hot with that thing on. You stride back over to the couch and I can’t put myself in position quickly enough.

I lie back against the cushion and open my legs wide for you. Oh my god. I can’t wait for you to fuck me like this. I can’t wait to feel you thrusting that strap-on deep inside of me.

You bend over and push your lips up against mine. I feel the tip of the strap-on teasing my entrance. Fuck, I’m so wet right now.

“You want me to fuck you?”

Oh, god, you’re such a tease.

“Yes, yes, fuck me.”

The strap-on fills me up, sliding so easily in and out of me as you thrust. Oh my god, I can feel my wetness leaking out of me. You’ve got me so incredibly wet. My hands grip tightly around your back, so tightly that I’d probably scratch you if you weren’t still wearing your shirt.

I buck my hips upwards to meet yours in a wet, messy rhythm. Yeah, just like that, spread me apart. Oh god, yes, yes! I push you backwards just slightly and wriggle around beneath you until I’m on my stomach with my ass pointed up. I want to feel you fucking me from behind.

Your hands settle around my hips and you take a moment to admire the firm swell and curve of my ass. I can feel how frantic you are to fuck me. And it feels good to know you want me as badly as I want you. The strap-on glides between my ass as you guide it towards the back entrance to my pussy. I grip the arm of the couch and push back against you.

Put it in me. Please. God, I need you to fuck me from behind right now.

“Does that feel good? You like that?”

You thrust forward and the strap-on fills me up again. Oh, you fuck me so good. How are you so good at this? The sound of your thighs slapping against my ass turns me on even more.

Your body leans over mine and your fingers reach around to press against my clit. Oh! Oh, yeah, baby, right there! Right there, don’t stop! Oh my god, I think I’m going to cum soon.

Oh, ohhh, yes. Yes! My clit is on fire. Oh my god, keep going. Keep going! My whole body tenses and a wave of prickly desire lights me up from inside out.

Oh, fuck. Fuck, yes!

That…that was…so good. You pull out of me and take a seat on the couch. Slowly, I turn over and sit down beside you. Both of us are panting, basking in the afterglow of this unexpected hookup.

“You, uh, you don’t have to sleep on the couch tonight…if you don’t want to.”

“Thanks. I guess we did get it a little messy…”

Your hand curls around mine as you get to your feet and nod for me to follow you down the hall.

“C’mon.”

Something tells me I might not get much sleep tonight.