Kyle* was my best friend throughout secondary school – we did everything together. House parties were spent glued to each other’s side and, before university, we travelled around Thailand together. But it was never romantic – in fact, I was always matchmaking Kyle with my friends. It’s not that he wasn’t attractive – he had blond hair and gorgeous blue eyes. He just wasn’t my type.
Unfortunately once we both headed to university, we fell out of contact until one night before graduation, when I was visiting friends from school and spotted Kyle in our local pub. I ended up tucked in a corner with him all night, reminiscing about our past and sharing stories from our years apart. It made me realise how much I missed him; we folded into peals of laughter as I recounted stories of various university one-night stands.
We left the pub together and Kyle suggested I head back to his family home. I’d spent my secondary school years sleeping in his bed, gossiping. So when he suggested we do that for old times’ sake, I didn’t think anything of it. Looking back, the chemistry had been there all night – it had just been disguised in friendly banter and laughter. And when he leaned over to kiss me in the back of the cab, it felt so right. He was just too good a kisser to stop.
Back at his, we whispered so as not to wake his parents. With the door safely shut, we were giggling as we took off each other’s clothes. Then, just as I went to pull down his boxers, Kyle pulled away.
“Sophie, I’ve got something to tell you… I’ve never done this before,” he said. I’d never seen him look nervous. I was shocked. At high school he’d always been surrounded by girls, yet here he was telling me he’d never been with anyone. He said he just hadn’t met anyone he had a strong enough connection with.
But his revelation didn’t faze me.
I had the chance to show him exactly what buttons he needed to press. “I’ll show you what to do,” I told him, guiding his head between my legs. He quickly found my clitoris and it felt so good I had to pull away. I was so turned on by being able to tell him what to do, and how to please me, I wanted to return the favour.
I took him into my mouth, moving into a 69 position. He teased me, kissing my legs and playfully licking. Then, as I was about to beg him to let me come, he slipped his finger inside me. I screamed in ecstasy.
With a new-found confidence, he threw me back on the bed and slid inside me, going really slowly and making me groan in pleasure for the second time. When I pushed myself up, straddling him, he felt even more amazing inside me. He held me and fucked me hard until I came a final time. We fell asleep afterwards, and in the morning he cooked me breakfast. It didn’t feel awkward at all. He moved to America shortly after our hook-up, so it hasn’t happened since. However, he does often jokily say that he thinks I’m the girl he’ll marry some day, so we’ll see…
*Name has been changed.
