I'm going to tell you about what is probably the best relationship I have ever had with a girl. It was not a girlfriend,

I'm going to tell you about what is probably the best relationship I have ever had with a girl. It was not a girlfriend, or a typical lover, but a more than special friend. A wonderful relationship that, as you might imagine, took on sexual overtones. But not in a typical way either... We met almost by chance. Nuria was the sister of a friend of a friend, but we soon discovered that we had some common tastes that we talked about at length in the first days. Months passed and an enviable trust grew between us. We chatted about everything from bubblegum flavors to our deepest fears. On one occasion, carried away by the security of the chat and the curiosity of talking about her desire to have a lesbian experience, we went so far as to practice cybersex pretending that I was a girl. The only thing we hadn't talked clearly about was our relationship. We just enjoyed it. And although I had never directly told him that I liked him (which was quite obvious), what I did know was that I was not going to force anything to happen. I would have loved to have sex with friends, without it meaning anything more, but their experiences in that sense had been bad, so we preferred to continue as we were, not jeopardize what we had. Well then. It all started in a somewhat innocent way. We were alone in my house, looking at things on my computer like so many other times (the truth is that I don't even remember what), when I accidentally opened a certain folder. The one with porn. We knew that we both watched porn, sex was not a taboo topic for us, but I still felt a little uncomfortable about the mistake, and I immediately changed folders. Nuria didn't say anything, and the thing stayed there. A little later, I had to go to the bathroom. When I returned, I found that I had gone back to the porn folder and was watching one of the videos. I approached him laughing, as naturally as possible (Nuria has always been a bit of a gossip), and sat down next to him again. - Come on, I'll leave you alone for a moment and see what you're looking for. - Does this turn you on? -what I said: gossip. The truth is that the scene was not at all one of my favorites: the typical hot blonde chick riding a hunk who only stood out for the size of his cock. - Well... no. Not this one in particular. - And why don't you delete it? - I mean not this part, then it's better. "Well, come on, put it on," he asked me with a shake of his head. A smile appeared on his lips. Don't be fooled: it was an amused smile, not an excited one. She herself would tell me about it later, at that moment she was only motivated by curiosity. Obediently, I advanced the film a couple of scenes, to one of the ones I did like. Another blonde, this one with a very sweet face, began to caress herself in front of the camera. - Do you like to see how it is played? - Not much, it's just the prologue. But for now the girl is prettier than the other, and you know that the face tells me much more than the body. - Already... We stayed silent for a moment, watching her spread her pussy lips for the camera. - It would bother me if they saw me... "I didn't know you fucked in the dark," I joked. - Hahaha. Silly, I mean masturbate. It's kind of more... mine. I have never shared it with anyone. - What a pity! Nuria smiled mischievously, I don't know if because of my comment or because of the long plastic phallus that the girl in the movie was eating. "I understand you," I added. I guess I would get a hard time too, but with the right person... or if we both did it... - Well, to see girls you already have your videos. - But it's not the same. Porn is quite impersonal, many times I think it's someone I know to motivate me. - Any that you know? - Several... yourself, sometimes - I ventured. - Flatterer... For now the video wasn't much, so I advanced the movie, causing the little girl to move spasmodically before us, now with the dildo inside, now outside, now in her ass, now close-up of her face. I stopped while two hugely equipped black men approached her. - Hello! -Nuria exclaimed when she saw the size of their cocks. Ironically, faced with something so big, he came a little closer to me and the screen, resting his elbow on the table, and his cheek on his face. As he did so, his leg brushed against mine, like so many times before. We stayed for a few minutes without talking, watching how the girl went from eating one cock to the other. The truth is that I was more morbid than expected to see that with my friend, but I still continued to interpret it as just another piece of fun, not as something expressly sexual. The only truly erotic thing for me until now had been the idea of watching Nuria masturbate. Finally I continued: - What turns me on the most are the expressions on the girl's face, submissive but powerful. - You hadn't told me that submissives were your thing. "I'm into a lot of things, darling," I responded with a mocking tone. The movie was getting to one of my favorite parts, so I stopped moving forward. Now the blonde was held in suspense between the two guys, standing, who were taking turns filling her pussy. Soon the one behind her would sodomize her, making her scream scandalously in a wild double penetration in which she could do nothing but enjoy and let herself go, pressed between them. We remained silent contemplating the scene, until Nuria finally said: - Well, you know that I would like to try something like that, but watching it ends up boring. It's more of the same, don't you think? - Yeah... it happens with most porn, but hey, there are also a few very good scenes, which are morbid in themselves: a good actress, an exciting idea... - Like which one? -again the mischievous smile. I closed the video and looked to see what I could put in, also keeping in mind the tastes I knew of my friend. - Look, in this one there is a guy who has screwed up in front of his boss and to get him to admit him again, he offers him his girlfriend. And she is delighted. - Let's see... Now we had a redhead with a lustful face kneel between the boss's legs, sitting on a sofa. The boyfriend, on one side, encouraged her (in English) to keep going. Like so many times, my cock greeted the familiar images, jumping a little inside my pants. Nuria nodded: - Not bad, Fer. And it was no wonder. The actress had talent, if only to excite with her eyes while she ate the hardened instrument of her boyfriend's boss. The latter, half a meter away from them, watched his girl's movements caressing her package. Nuria remained attentive to the screen. I looked at her from time to time with excited curiosity, and I also thought I perceived a slight change in her attitude. For now he wasn't smiling. After a while the actress had taken her tits out over her shirt and was moving the boss's cock between them. Nuria moved, as if restless, rubbing my leg again. I noticed her hotter than before, a touch that had been innocent until now but was becoming electric. My erection was growing with every new sign that my best friend was getting excited. I decided to comment something, I don't know if to break our silence, or to see his reaction: - Look, Cuban women usually don't turn me on, but in this scene... buff. - Aha. That's all. He absently put his thumb in his mouth. Maybe he imagined it was something bigger than a finger. Then came the first change in position: now the redhead had sat between both males, grabbing a cock with each hand. She spread her legs so that the boss could put his hand between them, slipping a finger into her pussy, while the boyfriend ate her tits from time to time. If before the girl's face was morbid, now it was almost impossible not to get excited by her expressions, like when she licked her upper lip and closed her eyes in a moment of great pleasure. Nuria glanced back at my bed. - Hey... can I ask you something? -Now, for the first time I noticed the excitement in his voice. Hearing her like that made my erection move inside my pants. I swallowed, with a strange mixture of fear and fever. - Tell me. He didn't dare look at me. - Can you leave me alone for a little while? “Oh shit,” I thought. I tried to play my cards... - I'm horny too. We stare at each other for a few eternal seconds, with the film's warm moans urging us to fall into temptation. If this were the typical porn story, he would have pounced on me and we would have fucked like crazy, but instead this is what happened: Nuria began to shake her head, smiling. - I don't want to get involved with you, Fer. Are you... Before I could finish saying "...my best friend," I blurted out the first thing that came to mind: - Get into bed. So I won't see you. - As?? - Get into bed and let off steam. I'll stay here, okay? My head was working at a hundred per hour, trying to get something out of the situation. - I would love to hear you... -I dared to add. Nuria pressed a key to stop the movie, trying to assimilate what he had just told her. She looked at me, then at the girl (petrified with her boyfriend's cock in her mouth), and back at my bed. And my erection, which felt tight against the zipper of my jeans. We stood looking into each other's eyes again. Nuria bit her lower lip, trying to decide... - Look, you come to bed too, and we'll each do it on our own. But... -she added, unsure- no looking, eh? I couldn't do anything but nod repeatedly, trying not to sound too outspoken. Nuria sighed, as if becoming aware of what she had just proposed, and started the movie again. He looked at the images for a few moments, looking for motivation to continue with what was clearly crazy, and approached the bed. My cock jumped when I looked at her appetizing little ass. I transferred the video to the television, to see it larger. I stood up, with the mast raised, and walked around the bed to the opposite side. Nuria grabbed the thin blanket that she had over the quilt and got under it. The bed was big enough so that we didn't even have to rub against each other. I settled on her left, without covering myself with anything, while the girl on the screen swallowed as best she could the tip of both cocks at the same time. "If you look at me, we'll leave it," she said again, very seriously. "Trust me," I responded with the best of my smiles. I was tempted to give him a loving caress, as I had done so many times before, but I preferred not to force the situation, and simply returned my gaze to the screen. The redhead had changed position again. Now she had her boyfriend fucking her on all fours while she passed the boss's handlebars over her tits, face and lips with lewd gestures and smiles soaked in sweat. I unbuttoned my pants, nervous and excited, trying to think just enough about the beautiful girl next to me, and for a minute or two I limited myself to caressing myself vigorously through my underwear. To my right I heard practically nothing, and I began to wonder if he was playing a joke on me, but when the scene changed, directly showing the sensual girlfriend riding the meat bat that she had stuck in her ass, Nuria let out a burning sigh that seemed to me to be the most morbid thing I had ever heard in my life. The idea of getting into bed or covering myself with something crossed my mind, but I wasn't up to those things. The excitement and morbidity of the situation got the better of me, so I took out my cock, hard and hot, and began to jerk it off with my left hand at a slow and calm pace. "I want to hear you," I thought, "I want to hear you enjoy." But Nuria only let out occasional sighs in which she could sense the humidity of her crotch and the heat of her breathing. On the television, the girl continued swallowing her boyfriend's cock between lustful glances, continued impaling herself anally by the lucky boss, and her tits continued jumping to the rhythm of the penetration. I was increasingly focused on any sounds to my right, and less focused on the moans and rattles of the screen. Attentive to every movement of the bed that denoted the movements of her hand between her legs, imagining if she was also caressing her breasts, and wondering if she was also complying with the rule of not looking, or if, on the contrary, she was more focused on my handjob than on the movie. I became more and more excited by the idea of him watching me masturbate, it was much more morbid than simply hooking up. I increased the pace of my hand, trying to test if she was attentive, and soon two new sighs, almost gasps, came from my friend's throat. I began to go over the entire length of my cock millimeter by millimeter, shaking it from side to side, wrinkling the skin with the passage of my hand, stroking the glans from time to time with the pad of my thumb, anything to give it a better show. I imagined her with her eyes fixed on my member, perhaps licking it, perhaps wanting to take it, eat it, ride it, pass it all over her body and enjoy it until she extracted its glorious nectar. I accelerated a little more, motivated by the curiosity of believing that she was looking at me and with my eyes lost on the monitor, but without noticing how the redhead was enjoying herself sandwiched between her sweaty studs. Now he did feel the force of his masturbation in bed, growing and becoming faster and faster. I thought it wouldn't take long for him to cum; I imagined her doing it, closing her eyes before the ecstasy of the orgasm, and then, as if in a revelation, I realized the trap in her proposal. I closed my eyes, and turning my whole body towards her, I whispered: - I'm not looking at you. He hadn't finished speaking when I had already started groping for his lips. Instead, I found myself with his neck, which I kissed equally eagerly. A little higher up, I finally heard her moans of pleasure, so long contained, so long desired. He felt his body move, tremble, his orgasm seemed closer than he thought. Without realizing it, I had stopped jerking off, focusing only on enjoying this first intimate contact. My phallus was now pointed harshly against the blanket under which my best friend was masturbating frantically. He grabbed me by the back of the neck, guiding me upwards towards his mouth and without daring to open my eyes we joined in a long, wet kiss, with the hot sounds of porn as the soundtrack of the encounter. We kissed passionately, turning our heads slightly, our tongues fighting amicably now in his mouth, now in mine. I could taste nicotine inside, but I didn't even dislike that. I wanted to live attached to those lips. When he finally separated from my mouth, between gasps, with a sweet, warm and morbid voice that I will never forget, he whispered melodiously: - You kiss very well....... He let go of my neck, and went on to grab my hand firmly, the same hand with which I continued to uselessly hold my cock. I could feel his warm breath on my face, and I noticed, without seeing it, that he was staring at me. I wanted to see the expression on her face, but she was the one in charge right now in our game, and I knew that if she opened her eyes all this could end. She began to masturbate me with my own hand, causing me to moan more out of lust than physical pleasure, and as if that had excited her even more, her breathing became more labored. The time was approaching. His moment, and almost mine. I ate his mouth again. He received my tongue inside him, greeting it with his own. I thought about looking for his crotch, returning the help he was giving to my handjob, but before I could do anything he separated from my lips and pressed himself against me, with his head against my shoulder, as if hugging me without hands. Our cheeks touched. They burned. I felt him tense up. I felt the aroma of her hair, her agitated breathing in my ear, her breasts pressing against me... He sighed my name. I opened my eyes. And he started to cum. The first thing I noticed was its weight, shaking as it collapsed on top of me, as if it could no longer stand on its own. Then a small scream emerged from her throat, like an extension of my name. I hugged her with my free hand, stroking her hair as she moved against me like an epileptic. As he continued to convulse, he squeezed the hand he was masturbating with tightly, hurting me, but also causing me to cum. I moaned in her ear as she did in mine, without measure, saying her name repeatedly between waves of ecstasy. I splashed semen on the blanket she was covering herself with, the blanket under which she continued penetrating herself, touching herself and convulsing with pure pleasure, in the last moments of her orgasm. When he felt my milk stain his hand by surprise, he quickly moved it away. He stopped. It was over, but I was still in the middle of cumming. More spurts of cum came out of me, shooting onto the blanket. My mind was running wild, trying to squeeze every sense to the maximum... I felt her nipples touching my chest. His warm breathing returning to normal. A hand rubbing my back. The taste of the last kiss in my mouth. The fragrance of sex enveloping us. And then, my friend's lips kissing my neck, a sweet and devastating pleasure that forced me to finish unloading with an abundant salvo. After those delicious seconds, we stayed still in that strange embrace. I didn't dare look at her, I could barely move. I limited myself to running my fingers through her hair in a sweet caress, while inhaling her aroma with each relaxed breath. We continued like this for a time that I couldn't specify, enjoying the warmth and contact of the other, an intimate contact but no longer as sexual as it just was. Finally we separated and looked at each other, slightly uncomfortable, as if ashamed of having fallen into temptation. A few tense seconds passed... I looked away at the television. Black screen. The video had finished a long time ago... and we didn't even know it. The thought made me laugh, I smiled, and without thinking I looked at my friend again. Nuria shook her head no, but her lips contradicted her. He smiled fondly, like me. I tried to kiss her one more time, but she pulled away from me, getting up from the bed. I fell face down on the bedspread exhausted, watching as Nuria left the room holding her unbuttoned pants with both hands. A few seconds later I heard the bathroom tap. Afterwards we would talk about what happened, and we would reach an agreement, a deal that led us to have much more morbid moments together, but without getting involved or ruining our friendship. But those are other stories that we will have to tell you another time.