My Bestfriend asked me to fuck her boyfriend but she had one rule [F19M24] [Creampie] [Teasing] [Teasing]

Okay, so yeah.. . I still think about it when I’m trying to fall asleep. And I always end up with my hand between my legs.

My best friend’s been doing long distance with her boyfriend for like three months now, and she’s not coming back for another three. We all used to hang out together before she left, so I knew him pretty well.. and yeah, he’s hot. Like, *really* hot. And definitely not the type who’s used to going six months without sex.

She FT called me one night, half-drunk and laying in her dorm bed like, “I think you should just fuck him.”

I literally blinked at her like, what the *actual* hell.

But she was dead serious. Said she trusts me, trusts *him*, but she knows he’s struggling. “Just once. Just to get him through. But there’s one rule... no kissing. That’s too intimate.”

That rule stuck with me. No kissing. Anything else was fair game.

She even sent me lingerie to wear for it. Black, lacy, barely-there. Like something out of a porn scene. She wanted to be *in control* of the whole thing, her way of managing it, I guess.

So I went over to his place a couple nights later, wearing a hoodie over the lingerie and nothing else. My heart was beating so loud in my ears I thought I was gonna pass out.

He opened the door, confused but kinda curious. I told him, “She knows. She told me to come. She gave me permission.”

He literally froze. Like his brain shut off.

“You’re joking,” he said.

“Nope.”

He just stared at me. “Is this… a test?”

I laughed and pulled the hoodie off slowly, letting him see the lingerie underneath. “She *sent* me this. She wants it to happen.”

He kept shaking his head, pacing a little, clearly panicking. “No way. She’s trying to catch me slipping. This is, like, a loyalty thing. Some TikTok trend. I’m not falling for it.”

I walked right up to him and took his hand, placing it on my waist. He didn’t pull away.

“She told me to take care of you. Said you needed it. Just no kissing.”

That made him pause. He looked at me like he was trying to solve a puzzle he didn’t want to get wrong.

But he didn’t let go.

Eventually, I leaned in and whispered, “It’s not a trap. She’s not gonna be mad. She *wants* this.”

And finally, *finally*, he broke.

His hands slid down to my ass, squeezing it through the thin lace. His mouth hovered over mine, *so* close, but he stopped himself. I could feel the tension in both of us.

He pushed me back toward his bed, and the second I climbed on, it was like something in him snapped. Clothes came off fast — he was already hard as fuck, and when I saw his dick, I swear I got wetter instantly.

He pushed me down and ate me out like he was starving. Fingers in me, tongue on my clit, making me squirm and moan until I was gripping the sheets and begging for it.

And when he finally slid inside me, raw, slow, thick, deep — I *felt* it. Like all the months of frustration pouring out in one thrust.

We were moving fast... and really loud too. My hands clawed down his back while he fucked me from behind, holding my hips like he owned me. Then I got on top, riding him, hair sticking to my skin (from all the sweat), bouncing until my legs were shaking.

And every few minutes, one of us would *almost* lean in for a kiss. Our mouths would brush, our noses would touch, but we’d stop. Barely. Just breathing into each other’s mouths, eyes locked, so much *want*.

“Fuck, I want to kiss you,” he growled.

I bit my lip. “We can’t.”

He grunted and grabbed my throat, driving into me harder, like punishing us both for it. I came on him again, soaking his cock, clenching around him until he lost it and came deep inside me for the first time. No condom. No pulling out. Just a full creampie, thick and warm, dripping out of me as he collapsed on top of me.

But we didn’t stop.

We barely talked, just repositioned, kept going. He licked my thighs, slid back in, fucked me in every way, missionary with my legs over his shoulders, against the wall, on the floor.

By the third round I was sore and shaking and he was still rock hard.

“Can I cum in you again?” he whispered, breath hot on my neck.

I nodded without thinking. “Yeah. Fuck… do it again.”

And he did. Over and over. I lost count of how many times we went. Four? Five? I just remember how full I felt, dripping every time I stood up, his cum running down my thighs.

It was 4am when we finally stopped. Just laid there, bodies tangled, completely wrecked. We didn’t kiss. We wanted to... so bad. But we didn’t.

We both knew if we kissed, it’d cross some line we couldn’t uncross.

He kissed my *neck* instead. Slow. And I almost lost it again.

When I got home, she’d already texted me.

"So... did you fuck him"

"yes..all night just like you wanted"

"Did you kiss?"

I stared at the message for a minute. Then typed:

**“No. But it was really fucking close.”**

She replied with a wink.

And that was it.

But I still think about that night. About how badly we wanted to break that one rule. About how many times I felt him come inside me.

And if she ever gives permission again?

I’m not sure we’ll be able to stop ourselves next time.