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This is one of my personal favourite memories and some of the best sex I’ve ever had. This story does contain cheating, and while I can’t condone it, I appreciate for some of us it’s the ‘fantasy’ that is enjoyable. While I myself have not cheated (I don’t think I ever could), I have been the other guy. As I was here.

As at all times: This profile is for sharing the adventures I’ve gotten up to over the years. If you like this, you might enjoy some of my other stories. Everything is 100% true to the best of my recollection. Names have been changed to protect both the guilty and the innocent.

Context: I’m 18, heading to university in six months. One of my friends had recently made a new friend, Violet, who had recently moved to the area. We’d met a couple of times and gotten on really well.

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During the run up to leaving to Uni, there were a lot of parties and to say goodbye to people. I’d met Violet several times and wondered she was beautiful: 5ft, slim athletic create with great abs and ass from regular horse riding (at all times a plus), cute smile, dark eyes that at all times looked like she was being mischievous, and symmetrical features framed by long, dark-brown hair.

As great and fun as Violet was, she was close to my ex. As such I never pursued anything. My ex and I had been broken up for a few months and it wasn’t going well. We shared a lot of friends and as she was a year younger than me, my leaving for university could only be a good thing for us all. While I liked Violet, I didn’t want to rub anything in my ex’s face.

Then, a few weeks before I leave for Uni, Violet posts a new FB user account pic. It’s hot. It’s… sultry. There’s good cleavage. Violet had at all times seemed quite innocent every time we hung out, flirty but innocent-playful. I’d never seen her get off with anyone or do anything remotely sexual despite multiple guys trying it on.

I was about to find another side to her.

I slid into her DMs, we started talking. Soon the conversation turned flirty, and I think because our conversation was ‘hidden’ behind a computer, the fact she was my ex’s close friend never came up. We never addressed it. We just enjoyed a conversation that in the course of one week went from nice to filth.

I was now leaving for university and we’re regularly exchanging sexts, pictures and nude videos. Violet was insatiable, which I loved. I loved she had a side of total filth hidden behind her sweet exterior. I loved she was genuinely sweet. I loved her body, her attitude, and how sexual she was. There were days we would be talking normally, and one of us only had to imply something sexual and we’d both be instantly horny. It was one of those FWB relationships were you can push each other’s buttons at all times. We had incredible chemistry.

This goes on for months. Now, I’m at uni in the north, she’s south. We talk daily. One day she makes it clear she has a boyfriend. This came out of the blue. “What you up to?” “Hey! Just seeing my boyfriend later, how about you?” She was making it clear she was now taken. I respected that, for about a week.

I am not proud of this. And I am not making excuses; only explaining my actions to provide context. Because Violet and I had such a great sexual relationship, even if only online, it was difficult to make a transition to just friends. One day we’re trading nudes, the next she is taken. I don’t think she did anything wrong here and I respect her for it. She didn’t need to tell me she was dating anyone else, and once it became official, she was quick to let me know.

However it wasn’t long before I tested the waters flirting. But Violet made it clear she was taken.

… for also about a week.

We were talking, but after a week of typical conversation, followed by another week of slowly increasingly flirty conversations, she sent me a picture of her legs on her bed, surrounded by textbooks. I’d only asked her what she was up to, and those legs didn’t need to be in the picture. Yet, there they were, those sexy-as-fuck and shapely legs. I returned a selfie with something like “shame that camera isn’t a little higher” and the next picture was higher – enough to see her underwear. Then full body shots. Then we’re telling each exactly what we want to do. Soon she’s on her hands and knees, naked, fingering herself in doggy in front of a mirror. I’m getting videos of her fucking a hairbrush handle.

It was ridiculously sexy. The fact I knew she had a boyfriend? I won’t lie, the ‘taboo’ and naughty feeling of “we shouldn’t be doing this” turned me on a lot. And I know it turned her on. We only addressed her boyfriend once – I asked about it with words to the effect of whether we should continue – her response was “what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him”.

So Violet and I continued as had before: daily sexts, videos, pictures. The topic of her boyfriend never came up again. I’d see pictures of them on facebook, and an hour before she’d send sent me a picture of her stroking her pussy telling me what she wondered of my dick. They’d be on a night out, and I’d get a drunk, filthy message from the bathroom.

For my money, I think her university boyfriend was just that – a university boyfriend. I knew Violet well: she liked business and this had started as a FWB at uni but he wanted to go exclusive. Violent wasn’t the sort of girl you could tame, as sweet as she seemed. She was the sort of girl you tried to keep up with. But he had strong feelings for her, and wanted to go exclusive. While she really ‘liked’ him, she ‘loved’ sex, but agreed.

To juxtapose this, Violent and I had our FWB relationship six months before him, and we just… never stopped, bar those two weeks. She told me she never cheated with anyone else at one point (make of that what you will).

Where it got real interesting is Violet also had an aunt and cousins in the city I was attending university. Not long before Christmas, she said was visiting them and asked if I’d be free. Of course I would be.

This is what happened: Violent told her family she would see a friend first for a day then visit them. She came by train Friday evening. She came straight to my flat. We hung out, watched a film, and partway through, after we’d gotten closer throughout, I made a move and we started making out. I worked my way down slowly, kissing her neck, her tits over her top, her abs, as she started to undress herself. We both tore her jeans off and I’ve never seen a girl take off her underwear faster as she firmly pressed my head between her legs – and I happily obliged.

We both wanted it, and we wanted it bad. After the better part of a year of sexual tension, pictures and videos, I was finally tongue-deep in her pussy and ate her out until she came – and did she cum. Hard. She quickly wanted to return the favour, rolling me over, stroking me as we made out, then taking my now-throbbing dick in her mouth and giving me some of the best head I’ve ever hard. She was a fucking artist: working the tip, stroking with both hands whilst sucking, alternating deepthroating and blowing, swirling her tongue around the head of my cock, wanking me off while licking up and down the shaft, tapping my dick against her tongue and more.

All the thing she had she wanted to do, she did.

She climbed on top we started fucking. I’m sucking her tits, smacking her ass. Other times she’s putting her hands on my chest and grinding her clit against me as she rides. I’m thrusting into her from beneath, she’s sitting up and squatting down. She turns around and lets me see that beautiful ass and gives me a view of her pussy taking it all.

We fuck doggy, legs over shoulders, prone, sideways, on the bed and on the floor, against the wall and over the table.

This isn’t an exaggeration. From around 7pm to midnight, we fucked in every way we had said. We both came multiple times. The sheer release of tension from months and months of it all culiminated in this: we both knew exactly what we wanted and how to press each others buttons. I came in her, on her, over her. She swallowed. She told me to cum. She came over my dick and tongue.

We didn’t sleep much. I’m an early riser, and at 6am with her next to me, we’re soon grinding and fucking again. We fall asleep. We wake later, maybe 10am, and fool around more. Eventually, we shower, and I expect her to leave.

“What plans you got today?” I ask. “Not much really. I guess I’ll see my family at some point?”.

I tell her she’s welcome to hang out here. So we order a dominos. We get some drinks and snacks from the shop.

Guess what we do when we come back? We fuck. And we fuck some more.

I remember around 4pm, us naked and entertained, she said “I don’t think I’m going to see my cousins”. It was a statement, not a question. We laughed, because I think we’d both known it hours ago.

And this is how it went on until Sunday night. 2 nights, 2 days of non-stop fucking. We left the bedroom to use the shower, bathroom or get food. The rest of time we literally drank wine and fucked. Friday night, Saturday day and night, Sunday day, until she left sometime Sunday evening for University again.

Now the elephant in the room was her boyfriend, and I’d noticed several times a day she would be texting on her phone. I heard her call her aunt and explain she had seen her friend and had to go back to uni early (whilst laying there with my dick in her hands, gently playing and stroking) and she’d see them next time, so I doubted it was them. I’m 99% sure it was her boyfriend, but we never mentioned it. We just kept fucking.

It got to the point where we didn’t really stop so much as just take breaks. The Sunday morning, we’re in bed, and I roll over her to plug a charger in. As I roll back, her prone, ass against me, I sit up, and her instincitvly knowing what I wanted, spreads her legs slightly as I thrust into her from behind, that shapely, perfect ass grinding against me as I fuck her prone until I cum inside her. That’s how in-sync we got: wordlessly responding to each other’s bodies.

It’s honestly one of the best weekends of my life. Monday comes, and we carry on as typical, only this time we’ve got real experience of how we fuck.

Whilst at uni we did this a handful of times each year: she’d visit and we’d fuck for a night and day or a full weekend. From 18-21, it was some of the best sex I’ve ever had.

We kept in touch for a long time after, but she eventually settled down and met someone she truly loved, later marrying them. She’s a fantastic girl and genuinely committed, and while we’re still “friends” in that way that time and distance keeps you aside but someone you can at all times speak to, we’re no longer anything more than friends. For closure, we have mentioned our shared experiences a couple times over the years, in a fond-remembrance sort of way. They’re some great memories for us both.

Thanks for reading, and hope you enjoyed!

NSFW: yes

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