My Ex and Her Best Friend Stayed the Night With Me

My ex Liza and I had broken up when I left for college, distance being the reason. We stayed in touch but didn't get to see each other often. About a year later, Liza and her lesbian best friend Bianca were in my area, so I reached out and asked if they wanted to spend the evening together. Liza asked if they could stay the night. I mentioned I had roommates and only one bed, and they promised it wouldn't be a problem.

Liza and Bianca arrived at my apartment. Liza is a small, tattooed girl with beautiful wide hips and a narrow waist. She was wearing a black tank top that framed her gorgeous breasts nicely, her jet black hair falling over them. She had canvas shorts on that made her already appealing ass look somehow even more understated.

Bianca is the classic dominant lesbian, Billie Eilish-adjacent in terms of style. Wide-leg jeans, an oversized shirt hanging halfway down her trousers. A sweet smile that lets her pull off innocent until proven otherwise.

We hug, catch up, whatever. We start drinking. Things are slow and innocent at first, Liza clearly checking me out, and I'm enjoying the attention.

After a few drinks, my roommates call us outside to smoke. Liza doesn't smoke but comes along and sits next to me on the patio couch. When the bong reaches me, Liza looks at me with those big brown eyes and asks: "Can you give me a shotgun?" She wraps her hand around my arm as she asks, and I couldn't say no. I turn my back to everyone else and give her what she wants, naturally getting close enough to kiss her, subtly exchanging tongues while she inhales from my lungs.

Nobody notices, and we head back inside for drinking games with my roommates.

Fast forward and we're all drunk. It's around 2am and both roommates retreat to their rooms, leaving Liza, Bianca, and me sitting on my bed in my room. Bianca decides she wants to play video games on my computer, so she settles about a meter and a half away, puts my headphones on, and gets to it.

That leaves Liza and me alone in my bed. We both lie down side by side. I'm fairly convinced the room is spinning. In my hazy state I start slowly running my fingers along Liza's hips. I hear her breathe in deeply, like she'd been waiting for exactly that.

She climbs on top of me, lifts my chin, and we start kissing, deep and unhurried. Our tongues meet between our frantic, wanting exhales. Our hands move everywhere. I prop myself up against the bed frame and raise my knee, a surface for Liza to grind against.

She hesitates at first, looking at me confused. Before I can whisper anything, she starts rubbing her pussy desperately against my knee. I feel her warm thighs gripping mine and the warm, wet denim against my leg. I hold her gaze with approval. When our eyes meet it's obvious how badly she needs this. Lashes low, mouth slightly open, she needed me.

I grab her throat and pull her neck back toward me. Our tongues make contact first. We share breath and saliva while she grinds against my leg. I can feel the warm trail she's leaving and there's a pulse in my trousers I can't ignore.

Her shorts are wrecked now, soaked through, pushed aside, and her underwear is making noise as it sticks to my thigh.

Bianca has open-back headphones. She can definitely hear the sound of Liza's desperate pussy grinding against me. She doesn't even need to look back. She just says "I hate you both" and keeps playing. Liza and I snap back to reality, look at each other. I say: "I'm not doing anything." And we go right back to it.

Liza's lying next to me, whispering in my ear about how badly she needs me inside her. Bianca sets the headphones down loudly and definitively, and heads toward the bed. "Going to sleep," she announces, settling in beside us.

So now Liza is in the middle and I'm against the wall, Bianca on the outside. Liza immediately starts pulling my cock out and grinding against it through her soaked underwear and whatever remains of her shorts. She guides me toward her and I immediately think about how strange this must be for Bianca, who is by the way drunk. I tell Liza we're going to the bathroom, partly because I desperately wanted to see how wet and wrecked her pussy actually looked. So we crawl over Bianca and don't make it very far, maybe a meter from the bed.

We stumble and land on the floor, where we immediately get to work. I hold Liza down by the throat while she pulls her underwear off and begs me to put it in. I do, and it's the most divine sensation in the world.

I'm fucking my ex in front of her best friend.

Her moans turn quickly into louder ones as I pull her into me. I muffle her with my hand over her mouth while I feel her dripping onto my thighs on the carpet. She's a complete mess, taking my cock like a good girl and enjoying every second. Then I hear a sound from the bed. I pause for a second, but genuinely can't be bothered with my hands full of a desperate woman. I knew at that point Bianca had to be awake and watching, and that made everything better. After a while I feel her pussy pulsing around my cock, the breath building in her as she tries to exhale. I move my hands from her mouth to her waist while her pussy clenches around me again and again, doing its best to convince me to finish inside her.

We make it to the bathroom eventually. I take her into the shower and immediately start rubbing her hungry clit. Her legs buckle and her little pussy starts squirting everywhere. "Too much, too much," she begs, so I sit her down and position my cock over her face. I make her stay there and appreciate the feeling of my cock pulsing against her face while she pulls it toward her and starts licking her own taste off me.

My legs are going weak while she works to swallow my cock properly like a good girl. I hold her face and start fucking it the same way I'd use her pussy. She pulls back to breathe and strokes me while licking the tip. Within moments I fill her mouth with my cum. She shows me the thick white result on her tongue before swallowing it.

We make it back to bed and curl up until morning. Things are normal. Liza gets up and says "my legs are really sore." Bianca pulls a face and says "I wonder why" as she sits up.

When I look back at the bed, there's a huge wet patch exactly where Bianca had been lying. We catch eyes and she looks away fast. Liza comes back, notices it too, and we all silently go about our morning and head out for breakfast.