My Bestfriend fucked my Girl!

Sameeksha, Alan and I were the 3 best friends in college. Sameeksha and I started dating 2 months later. We would still take Alan everywhere. I used to be the nerd of the group. Sameeksha and Alan were the cool ones and party freaks.

I don’t know how I got Sameeksha to like me back. Sometimes, I feel she felt sorry for me. Now, 6 months have passed since we started dating, but we haven’t done anything sexual. The thing we have done the most is kiss. I haven’t even seen her naked.

One day, Sam and I  had a huge fight because I found Sam texting her ex-boyfriend. Alan lives in an apartment with a bunch of his friends. I stay at my house with my parents and Sam in a PG next to Alan’s house.

A few days after the fight, I was hanging out next to Alan’s house, and I thought I’d surprise him. I was on the way and met his roommates. They told me Alan was home. They gave me the apartment spare key, and they would be back only at night.  I went to visit another friend of mine.

After spending an hour with my friend, I headed over to Alan’s place. I wanted to surprise him, so I slowly opened the door and started hearing a girl moan. He has a huge apartment because 6 friends stay there. The main door led to the hall and kitchen, and then 3 bedrooms.

Alan’s room was towards a corner and couldn’t be seen from the hall. It was around 6, and the lights in the hall were turned off. The only light is in Alan’s room. I stared, walking slowly towards his room, and took a peek. His door was half shut, and the lights were on.

Guess what? Sameeksha, my Sameeksha with Alan. This was the first time I saw her naked. She’s never had sex with me, and now she’s with him, our best friend, someone I considered my brother. I used to know they hung out, but this? Behind my back?

She was naked, arching beneath Alan. Her moans, soft and breathy, filled the room. The same lips that had only ever given me chaste kisses were now parted. Alan’s hands gripped her hips, slamming into her with a roughness I’d never dared to try.

I stood frozen, my stomach twisting. This wasn’t just sex. This was her—wild, unrestrained, wanting him in a way she’d never wanted me. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, and a sick thrill shot through me.
I should storm in. Scream. Punch him.

But my body betrayed me. My cock hardened painfully against my jeans. I watched Alan’s hands roam her body, my girlfriend’s body. Squeezing her boobs, pinching her nipples until she cried out. Fuck!

I hated myself for it, but my hand slid down, gripping myself through my jeans. I was hard—so fucking hard—watching her take him like she’d never even considered me. I started touching myself to them like I was turned on. I slowly removed my zip and started jerking off.

The only thing I could hear was her moans and her saying, Aah, fuck!” I wanted to stop them, but then I thought this would ruin my chances with Sameeksha. Now, I also wanted to have sex with her. So I jerked off and also recorded a video, and slowly went back out.

On the way back home, I went to Alan’s roommates. They were in a bar next to my house. I gave them the key and told them that I didn’t go to his place. I went back home. I kept watching the video over and over again, staring at Sameeksha’s boobs.

The next day, I was at college, and I met Sam. I apologised to her and convinced her to get back to me. I didn’t behave weirdly with Alan. But deep inside, I was jealous of him and how normal Sam and Alan were. I knew this wasn’t the first time they would have done things.

Sam and Alan stay close by, and Sam is in Alan’s flat most of the time. I used to trust him like a brother. I guess he used to fuck her behind my back.

After a few days, I asked her if she could stay with me. I told her I wanted to do something special. After convincing her a lot, she agreed to stay with me. I told her I’d book an OYO, and we could stay together.

On that day, I picked her up, and we went to the Oyo and checked in. This was the first time we booked a place together. I have kissed her a few times in the cab, but I have never touched her inappropriately. We checked into the room, and I took out some food that I had ordered.

We ate it, and we started watching a rom-com movie. We were sitting on the bed and watching a movie. I started holding her hand, but she didn’t initiate anything. I kissed her on her cheek, and she kissed me back on the cheek. I was waiting for her to initiate something.

She didn’t do anything until almost an hour had passed. I was getting desperate to do things. I started touching her again. This time, I kissed her on her lip and used my tongue, and slowly moved my hands under her T-shirt. This is the first time I touched her belly. And we kissed properly for about 20 seconds.

I kept the laptop on the side and paused the movie. I pulled her below the blanket. I was already turned on by touching her belly. While kissing, I started pulling up her top and removed it. I saw her bra and boobs so close for the first time.

I was about to kiss her again. But she stopped me and asked me if this was my intention. I didn’t know what to say. I stopped doing it and went to the side and said no. I asked her if she wanted to continue the movie, put the laptop back, and started playing.

She was still sitting in her bra. After some time, she said it was cold and put her top back on. I was like, shit, man. The movie was over now, and we started sleeping. I turned off the lights, and she hugged me and started to sleep. I knew this was my last chance.

So I started kissing her forehead and slowly her lips, and she kissed me back. In between kisses, I climbed onto her body and kissed her. I was rubbing my jeans against her leggings. For the first time, I put my hand on top of her bra and squeezed it.

She moaned ‘Ahhh’ while kissing. She was gonna say something, but I kissed her again. I then removed my T-shirt first and then moved her on top of me and kept kissing her. I slowly removed her T-shirt, and she slowly lifted her hands and continued kissing.

This time, I could feel her hips moving against my jeans. I knew she was turned on. I put my hands behind her and unhooked her bra while she was kissing. She was surprised. She got up and sat, and her bra was almost falling. I wanted to pull it off.

Before that, she said, “I wanna tell you something.” I was like, what?

Sameeksha: I’m not a virgin.

Me: I don’t care. I love you.

Sameeksha: I want you to know this before we do anything.

Me: Okay. (I was actually curious now and asked her) With one guy?

Sameeksha: I have dated one, but I’ve done things casually.

Me: With whom?

Sameeksha: It’s the past. I don’t wanna think about it, but I want you to know that I have had casual sex before with others. Are you fine with that?

Me: I don’t care.

But I actually cared. I wanted to know with whom she had casual sex with other than Alan. Was it someone mutual? Whom did I know? But I didn’t wanna say anything because I didn’t wanna ruin the moment and just wanted to fuck her.

I kissed her again and said, “I love you irrespective of who you had sex with in the past.” I pulled down her bra. I saw her boobs up close for the first time. It was on my face. I couldn’t believe Alan had this before me. I pushed her to the bed and pulled off her leggings, revealing her grey panties.

I removed my pants and underwear, and she saw my dick for the first time. I could feel she was already wet. I pulled off her panties as well to see her hairy pussy. I didn’t wait and just thrust my dick in her. Her boobs bounced as I fucked her hard—the same way he had.

Her nails dug into my back. Her moans pitched higher. I couldn’t stop the words clawing up my throat.

“Tell me,” I growled, thrusting deeper. “Who else fucked you like this?”

Sameeksha’s hips jerked, and her breath was ragged. “W-What?”

“Yeah? How many guys actually made you feel like this?”

She whimpered, eyes fluttering. “I told you… four.”

I gripped her waist, slamming her down onto me. “You said four. Names. Now.”

She whimpered, her walls fluttering around my cock. “Bobin… and—ah!—Rohan … and—”

I stilled, my dick buried inside her.

“Bobin?” I asked her, “Our senior?” She said yes.

I couldn’t believe they had fucked as well. I knew there were rumours about them in college. But I couldn’t believe they actually fucked.

“Rohan, who’s that?”

“Just some guy I met at a party. I was drunk, and we went to his place the night after the party.”

“Who else?” I flipped her onto her stomach, yanking her hips up. Her ass glowed under my palm when I spanked her. “Don’t lie.”

“Just… a mutual friend!” she gasped, pushing back against me.

“At least tell me this: how many from college other than me?” I asked her. While doing it from behind, “Ahhh… ahhh…two,” she said. I knew it was just Bobin and Alan from college. “Who other than Rohan?” I kept asking her, and she said, “Richard, Sharon’s ex.”

Sharon was our classmate, and her ex was from another college. I didn’t know how they met. So I asked her how they knew. She said she used to see Richard outside college. One day, they met at a party, and things happened. Still, Alan’s name wasn’t out yet.

I asked her one last time if there was anyone else. She replied, “Yes, but I don’t want things to be ruined between you.” I understood, so I told her it was fine and that she didn’t have to say anything more.

I asked her one last thing,” Can you tell me how many times you’ve done it with these people? Just once?”

She mourned and said, “No, no, really, a few times.” I thrust into her and whispered near her ears, “Tell me more.” She was moaning and said, “Bobin 3 times…Ahhh, this was during the start of college. Then…Rohan just once… after the party. Richard twice…and…”

“And the mutual friend? How many?” I whispered. “A couple of times, like 6-7,” she moaned. Her breath hitched as I thrust deeper. My cock stretched her tight pussy while her confession sent a dark thrill through me.

Six or seven times with Alan. The thought of him pounding her—maybe in this very position—made my grip on her hips tighten. “Tell me,” I growled, slamming into her harder. Her ass jiggles with each rough stroke. “What did he do to you that made you come back for more?”

Sameeksha whimpered, her fingers clawing at the sheets. “I—ah!—I don’t know… it just… felt good.”

I gripped her hair, pulling just enough to sting. “Where did the mutual friend fuck you?”

She sobbed, pushing back against me. “Why does it—ah!—matter? You said you didn’t care!”

“I don’t.” Another lie. I fucked her harder, my jealousy fueling every thrust. “But I want to hear you say it.”

“Where?” I slapped her thigh, leaving a red mark. “His room? My place?”

“His—his bed,” she sobbed, her thighs trembling. “Once—ah!—once in the shower!”

My vision went white. Fuck. The image of Alan bending her over, water sluicing down her naked body as he pounded into her. I lost control. I was almost about to cum, so I pulled it out.  I went to the washroom. We hugged and slept, and I didn’t ask her more questions that night.

The next day in college, I saw them talking together. I wanted him to know Sam, and I did things. I told him personally. He replied, “Good for you!” Was he mocking me?