Slut History: The Story of… Michael

I was looking through some of my old diaries the other day and saw a few pages about my old friend Michael. I have never spoken about him before but he’s definitely a part of my slut history.

19 years old and I left home (properly) for the very first time when I started University. I was in a house share with six other people, one of which was Michael… The seven of us quickly became really good friends even though the first time we met each other was that very day we all moved in together.

There was a definite and undeniable connection between Michael and I. Truth be told, if if I look back I’m pretty sure that I was actually in love with him. Although I certainly didn’t admit it at the time…

We all went out together all of the time – doing everything you want to do while you’re at uni. Clubbing, dating, fucking, it was a brilliant and fun time! One evening, about two weeks after we had all moved in together we had been out to a few bars and a club. We got back and everyone went to bed in their drunken state. I for some reason ended up sat next to Michael on the sofa in our communal area. I can’t remember what we were talking about but at one point we looked at each other and kissed. It was a slow, sexy kiss and it was something I had wanted to do since almost the first time I met him.

As we pulled our lips away from each other I smiled at him. “We really can’t do this” he said to me quietly. “Why?” I asked feeling really disappointed. “I’d just hate for anything to ruin the way things are” he told me. As I said, I was disappointed but I understood what he was saying. In fact I agreed with him. We were all so close it would have been a real shame if something had effected that. We kissed again very briefly before saying goodnight and making our way to our own rooms…

The boys in the house were pretty used to all the girls walking around the house in our undies. Sometimes even topless. I dare say they liked it! But they were really cool about it and never perky but I always noticed Michael checking me out!

A few weeks after the kiss incident I was leaving the upstairs bathroom and I noticed Michael’s door was open a crack as I was about to pass it. I knocked on the door and popped in to say hello. I was only wearing my bra and panties but like I said that was pretty normal practice for us… I could tell Michael was down in the dumps so I asked him what was wrong. In all honesty I can’t remember what it was about but I remember him being super stressed! “Want to watch a film together?” I asked him nodding my head towards his tv. “That would be great” he replied. I walked over to his bed and reached for the duvet to pull it back. “I’m naked” he said to me. I smiled, “That’s okay I won’t see anything” I told him before pulling back the duvet and climbing in the bed next to him. He instantly moved his arm up gesturing to put it around me. I snuggled in to him as he wrapped his arm around me and I put my hand on his belly. We stayed like that for ages watching some crappy horror film while we chatted about what was on his mind…

I could see that he was a bit upset and really, really stressed and I’m not sure what came over me but I rested my hand on his penis. I felt him harden slightly underneath me so I gently picked it up and gave it a very gentle stroke. He became rock hard as he lent back and gasped in pleasure at my touch “We really shouldn’t do this” he whispered to me. “I’m just trying to relax you” I told him. I was as well. It was sexy but that wasn’t my reason for doing it. I stroked him softly, gently and slowly as his dick throbbed in my hand. His body was going bright red and sweat was covering him. This was the softest and slowest handjob I had ever given anyone and he was loving it. He was finding it hard to catch his breath and his body was tensing up as I stroked him. His cock, which I had never touched or seen before felt wonderful in my hand. He arched his back, gasped and came hard all over my hand. It was one of the sexiest moments of my life. He looked at me “thank you” he said before leaning in to me and kissing me…

We carried on kissing for a while and I was surprised when I felt his hand run down my body and under my panties. He rubbed my clit gently “Ahhh” I said under my breath. He rubbed me a little faster and only paused every now and again to slide a finger inside me. I was soaked. The whole situation was turning me on so much. I still had cum on my hand, his fingers felt amazing and I fancied Michael so much – it was a recipe for a huge orgasm! I lent towards him “Finger me” I whispered. He kissed me and slid his finger deep inside “Ahhhhh” I said trying to be as quiet as possible. He started to slide his finger in and out of me “Mmmm, mmmm, ahhhhh” I cried out getting louder and louder. I thrusted my pussy up so I could take his fingers inside me even deeper and came really hard! Now it was my turn to try and catch my breath…

That night I stayed in Michael’s bed and he spooned me all night. When I woke in the morning I left and went to my own bedroom.

Afterwards, it was never really mentioned but the sexual tension between us had magnified. It was so obvious – even to our housemates – how much we wanted each other. But for now, anytime anything remotely sensual happened between us Michael would say “We can’t do this. We can’t ruin things.” I still agreed with him too but it didn’t stop me wanting him…

It started to feel like nothing was ever going to happen between us again, but then something changed one afternoon… But that’s definitely a diary entry for another time…

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