Screwing My Friend's Girl

[Good Life]

Here's something recent to share

I am not a believer of relationships or even marriage for that matter. What happened recently over the last 3 months made more all the more skeptical about being seriously involved.

Eugene, a friend of mine since secondary school days, has Ashley for 3 years now. A miracle that they lasted so long, and here's why.

Eugene is a well rounded individual in the most literal sense and stands at 1.65 weighing like a whale. He doesn't have a fanciful car unless you consider a Chevy flashly - certainly not the bumble bee (transformers) type chevy. He has a modest job and does not flash credit cards like his father was Lee Ka Shing. What makes him more irritable in my opinion was the fact that he drinks big time... and I swear that if he owns a pub, he will certainly drown himself sitting in front of the beer dispenser.

Ashley, on the other hand, has a very angelic look wiith sharp chin and nose with big eyes. IMHO, she puts some FHM Girls to shame and indeed she was in some print ads in magazines. Her body was hour glass but I am not statistician and she does have enviable boobs which I will attest in the later part of my story. Ash, complementarily, loves to dance and to any music. Rock, retro, techno... what the hell, she will dance to anything with anyone who can carry a beat.

In summary, Beauty and Beast in a disco.

Ash is a great communicator and she warms up to people fast. She keeps teasing me about my lack of seriousness in relationship. Some times, she would comment jokingly that I would never get serious enough for her to consider me. I get on with her well but never really got off with her until January.


Speaking of Eugene's drinking issue, it has affected me somewhat. On too-many-to-recall occasions, I would receive calls at wee hours in the morning from Ash to pick them out after their eventful night out. Most of the time I obliged but grudgingly.

It happened again in January, when my alcoholic friend decided that he would waste his paycheck on drinks and me watching his paycheck evolved into wasteful chunks by the pavement.

A call from Ash came at 4pm in the morning right after my team got thrashed in a Premier League game. Filling hungry, I decided to pick them up, dropped them off like a taxi-uncle and forgetting to charge by the meter or kilometers

At the usual spot of pick up I parked along side to see my wasted mate with the usual watery paychecks right beside the kerb and also a very pretty Ash in a bright red halterneck (the flimsy one) and short tight skirt. It was a sight of what-the-fuck vs want-the-fuck.

As I carry my buffalo weight-alike friend and shove him to the back seat of my little mini, I could feel that petrol prices was expensive again carrying that weight. However, unless previous times, Ash didn't take the passenger seat at the back but sat herself to my left.

I casually mentioned that I wanted to get food and she told me to sent Eugene home first and she would like to get some food as well. I thought nothing of it but in all honesty, I have never had a meal with her alone.

Fetching Eugene home was the easy part, getting his intoxicated body to his doorstep was a nightmare, and it doesn't help that he stay a storey above the landing lift floor.

While Eugene and I stayed in the east while Ash in central, I was suggesting some hawker place that's 24 hour.

Ash: I would like to drink some more...
Me: Sure let's get some place with food and drinks.
Ash: let's go your place?
Me: I don't want to eat instant noodles? I have wine at home but can we get some Macs first.
Ash: ...

I love Drive Thru... so convenient and efficient.

Back at my place, I own a studio apartment with no kitchen no rooms and no covered washroom just a shower curtain to block the wate from causing a tsunami within the abode. It's certainly not the most ideal place for an overnight party unless you can hold your bladder, go to the basement, walk a few blocks and go to the security guards toilet.

Ash has been around my place a few times but always with Eugene. I have no sofa but a nice comfy bed which obviously becomes the sitting area. The first thing Ash asked was for my bathroom. Quite blatant I thought, and of course, pretending to be gentlemanly, I went to pick up the glasses and a bottle of not so pretentious and dunno made in what year red wine.

When I turned back from the other side of the room, Ash was sprawling over my bed and making herself comfortable. I dropped myself on the only big beanbag I have and toss her the glass.

I have to say Big Mac and Red Wine do no go well together.

I don't know if it was the wine, but Ash complained that it was warm when my freaking air-con was at 22 degree. However, she was sitting in a position where her short skirt couldn't cover enough of her white lacy panties which got me to think, hell it's really getting hot... Moments later, we were into our second bottle and I couldn't have drunk more than 2 glasses. Ash was more and more at ease and before I knew it her entire skirt was raised up to the extent that I can even see her pub hair in her lacy see-thru wear....

to be continued....

[J76_1999]

U got my attention.. Pls continue

[blurking666]

bros before hos man... saying that.. camping here for hot steamy action lol.

[devil069]

nice. so i guess its a sign when a gal says she wana drink somemore, esp back at my plc. heehee

[geckoSG]

not bad, but you dun have 4PM at wee hours in the morning... LOLzzz

[Freddylove]

Wah lau ae!!! Sound like a story of the century is coming our way.... Just DO it!

[Good Life]

Originally Posted by geckoSG

not bad, but you dun have 4PM at wee hours in the morning... LOLzzz

Ha ha ha... how true.. no 4pm in wee hours. but certainly no proof-reader at 9pm.

[Alfa_Casanova]

Honestly, I did screw a close friend's girl before (now his wife), not just once, but for a couple of times. First time got to know her was in uni, we were staying at the hall, then one night she came over to my room, we talked a bit, had some wine, then fucked for the first time. Then we felt guilty about it because she was already seeing my friend then, so we avoided each other.

Second time we did it was when we already graduated, and I bumped into her at a pub-- we headed straight for the toilet for a quickie, then the week after that we were at her place.

The last time we did it was a week before her wedding to my friend 2 years ago, and to keep us both sane, I moved to work in China for 6 months, and didn't even keep in contact when I came back. All the better.

[torresisking09]

Nice story. the name ashley always turns me on. dont mind if i ask, u support newcastle?

[Good Life]

I say, in this forum you can never please all. Could anyone tell me again what are all the points and power for? One nice bro increased my points (thank you very much - I take it a vote of confidence which may just encourage me write porn stories as a livelihood someday.) Another greater bro docked my points commenting "Copycat" without further explaination (thank you very much too - sue me for plagiarising but can you tell me where from?). I am most inclined to cut and paste and add more spicy bits to the story.

on Bro Torresisking: I supposed you never walk alone ? I like shearer but 1 pt from this morning's game ain't gonna stop my luney toons army from dropping. Yeah and we bloody got thrashed by rovers that morning.

on Bro Alfa-casanova: I think you should change your nick to Beta (better) casanova...


I shall continue...

... I guess guys, me for one, prefer the sight of flesh through a semi-transparent wear. Creators and designers for booty lace thong deserve to be put on the pedestal for worship.

I felt high suddenly perhaps by the surge of blood to both heads. Nonetheless, I figure that she was totally oblivious of her uninhibited exhibition as a result of a lot of wine + what have her before. Acting nonchalant, I turn to reach for my soggy fries (chili fries and wine urrrgh..)

Ash: you don't like what you see?
Me: huh?
Ash: this... (as she spread her thighs to confirm my assessment of her undies.)
Me: .....
Ash: you like this (purring her right hand over her patch and rubbing it a little)

Me: (as gentlemanly) I think you drank too much.
Ash: uhuh... I know you are not Eugene. (Great! The wine must have made her think I am Brat Pit.)
Ash pulled her halterneck over her head and dropped it to just above her mammaries. (Great! no bra too! - Eugene is one lucky bastard...)
Me: ...
Ash: you don't want to see this? (flashing her C cups quickly - and no... I still don't know the stats.

Two thoughts appeared in two different heads: go for it mate or run for it mate. I edged forward in an attempt to grab the bedsheet while she just dropped her top with the strings dangling. I could have sworn my popping eyes could have allowed me in on Ripley's Believe it or not. C Cup - anything that my hands can't cup is C or bigger. Very pinkish yet erected nipples. I made another attempt to cover her with the sheets but she instantaneously took my right hand to touch her god-bless mother nature. Not the least sagging but firm yet soft. I ran my fingers on her soft lumps and she let out a soft moan. Nympho or just plain high on wine?! I work my both hands around her slim body - the kind that marie france should pay a bomb as their spokesperson - and her boobs on my body just made me melt.

I planted kisses on her forehead and around her ears which led to more soft moans. She swept my T-shirt over my head and soon we engaged ourselves in heavy petting. Her tight skirt has now been hiked up enough to cover her naval - too much clothes in the way I say - as I unclipped unzipped and slided it down her legs. For a second I thought I was smooth in removing her skirt, and then of course the bumbling strings on my berms took forever to undo.

Off it went. My partner-in-passionate-crime was saluting in full glory at the sight of the undressed female officer. In both our undies, hers sexy and mine not too glamorous, we continued our passionate embrace lying down sideways. Each time my boner rub her crotch or my hands embraced her breasts, she let out moans.. I was delirious.

I moved lower to her chest to continue our foreplay and fondling her breast and occasionally teasing her harden erasers and allowed her to move on top of me. The proximity of her 2 guavas to my eyes were just so tempting that I took a bite and ended up nibbling the tip. It took her to ecstacy and she was shivering from the ordeal. It probably didn't occur to me that someone could get the big O by just touching, fondling and playing with her melons. She laid down to rest her body on me which denied my suspicion that her boobs could be fake - both moved to the side naturally.

A case of pent-up lack of sexual action or just intoxicated thus losing all inhibitions leading to the quick Orgasm. The former couldn't be possible as I find it hard to believe that my good old friend in dreamland could be frigid or living a life of celibacy. Perhaps it was just her trying to make me feel good.

We continued ... ...

[btrbtr]

very good write up. camping here

[deadonarrival]

ppl makes mistakes.. u rule!!!

[bigmannow]

Planting my torpoedoes here

[AD69]

Camping here for the story.

[Frankiestine]

hmmm sounds interesting, signing in to keep track of post...