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When my best friend, Emma and I got accepted into the same university, we knew we wanted our own apartment off campus together. Emma wanted plenty of space and time to build her art, paintings, and sketches while I wanted the solitude and freedom to write and read in my own space. No more parents asking us where we were going 24/7, no more noisy siblings, and we agreed that we would never have to get dressed as long as just the two of us were home.
Emma and I shared a love for body freedom. We had both gone skinny dipping together multiple times during the humid summers of our youth and had visited a nude beach several times. We knew each other’s bodies well, from a short lived attempt at being friends with advantages which we had decided very quickly wouldn’t work out. This trial and error did not affect our friendship at all. We remained as close as ever as we shared our sex lives with one another and talked about dates and relationships.
Our relationship, and my life, changed drastically one morning when I was cooking breakfast in the kitchen. I stood stark naked over the stove when Emma walked in. She wore only a loose, short t-shirt that hung somewhere between a crop-top and a full length shirt. A full, dark puff of pubic hair sprouted from between her legs and the silhouette of her smooth nipples clawed against her shirt.
“Morning!” she smiled as she reached around me to put some toast in the toaster. Her breasts brushed against my back as she slid past me to push the toast down. “What’re you doing today?”
“I was going to go on a date with that girl I met the other night at the brewery,” I said. Emma sat down at the kitchen table in our apartment. She studied a sketch she had done from the view of our apartment window that overlooked the mountains.
“The one with the laugh?” She asked, tucking her knees to her chest. This unintentionally put the contents of her bush on display.
“I thought she seemed nice,” I countered, turning to talk to Emma with my back to the counter. My own body was on full display. I was very athletic, as was Emma, but my body had gained a bit of weight over the past year or so. I felt I had a doughy look whenever I stared at myself in the mirror, but the outline of my abs were still visible.
“She seemed needy,” Emma shrugged. “I’m tired of you always going for girls who take take take. Find you a lady who enjoys giving, too.”
“You think I only go for girls who take take take?” I raise my eyebrows.
“Yes,” Emma said as she looked up at me. “It’s even evident in your sex life. I know you personally get off on eating pussy, but you give way too much unreciprocated oral sex. Find a girl who will wake you up with a blowjob.” I laughed.
“Where is this mystery girl?” I asked.
“Out there somewhere,” Emma said. The toast sprung out of the toaster, and Emma stood and walked towards me.
“Didn’t you hook up with that gay guy from your life drawing class?” I chuckled.
“Craig,” Emma smiled and nodded.
“Yeah, he didn’t even touch you, right?” I asked.
“He didn’t. Not too many gay guys to hook up with at our little college, so I helped him out.”
“How did you do that exactly?” I asked. Emma took a bite of her toast as she turned and sat back down at her place at the table. I couldn’t help but notice the ripple each step sent through her ass.
“He asked me to finger his ass. He taught me exactly how to do it. After a few minutes, he came.”
“What?” I asked. “How?”
“Would you like me to show you?” Emma asked with a mischievous glint in her eye.
“What? No,” I said, flustered. “Just, how is that possible?”
“It’s hard to explain, much easier to just show,” Emma teased.
“Fine, don’t tell me,” I said as I turned to finish tending to my scrambled eggs.
“Don’t get all upset,” Emma said through a mouthful of toast. “Are you really curious?”
“No, it’s fine,” I brush it off, putting my eggs on a plate.
“If you really wanted to know what it was like, I’d do it to you if you wanted,” Emma offered. I faltered as I went to sit down beside her at the table. “Wouldn’t it be nice for just once someone to be worried only about your pleasure?” I moved my eggs around my plate.
“Aren’t you… grossed out by that? Like… an ass is dirty,” I said.
“All sex is messy,” Emma pointed out. “It’s not as messy as you’d think it would be. Only when he came did it actually get messy. Apparently anal orgasms are way more powerful and last way longer. It was certainly the most cum I’ve ever seen from a guy before.”
I hated to admit that my interest was piqued. I all the time enjoyed when my partners touched or squeezed my ass during sex, and I had stuck an exploratory finger in my ass in the shower once or twice throughout my life. To cum only from playing with my ass? I almost couldn’t fathom it.
“Fine,” I said, pushing my plate forward as I stood up from my chair.
“Fine what?” Emma asked.
“Make me cum by fingering my ass,” I said.
“Wait… really?” Emma asked, a smile spreading across her face. “You’d let me?”
“I feel comfortable being vulnerable like that in front of you,” I admitted. “If it’s as good as you claim it to be-“
“You won’t go on that date with that brat tonight!” Emma interrupted me.
“Sure,” I relented. Emma led me to her bedroom and I collapsed into her bed. She pulled a condom and some lube out from her nightstand.

The whole story is much longer! I hope you enjoy. I have many more adventures involving these two characters coming. So look out for subsequent parts!

NSFW: yes

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