I had Sex With My Friend In The Bathtub, On Her Birthday

Yesterday, I did something really wrong. I actually slept with my best friend, Wendy, on her 26th Birthday.

Now things between us seem to get really weird, Wendy left me text messages saying that she wanted to talk to me about what happened last night. But at the same time, she wanted to be left alone for awhile.

I wish that none of it happened. Wendy’s the closest best friend who’s always there went I needed her.

But, now I’m at risk of losing her.

I must have been too drunk to realize what I was doing.

This is the story that I tell everybody.

But you probably think that it’s just a lame excuse for me to get into her pants without feeling guilty. Perhaps, you’re right.

Anyway, this is what really happened.

It was Wendy’s 26th birthday and I booked a large room at the Orchard Hotel for the celebration.

It was supposed to be a surprise. Our friends had gathered at the hotel room since morning, to decorate the whole place and planning how to “punk’d” her.

So the plan was, I had to go pick her up from work and then take her out for a simple lunch.

I also had to pretend to forget about her Birthday.

We had our lunch at MC Donald’s. Wendy tried hinting me in between conversations implying that I must have forgotten something really important.

So, she finally blurted out that it was her Birthday. She was really disappointed that she still had to remind me, after being good friends for seven years .

But I had to stick on with the plan.

I acted really apologetic and said that I would make it up to her and all. I told her that I had to drop something off for a friend at a hotel first, then we’ll go out for a celebration.

She didn’t speak a word in the car at all, throughout the journey.

We arrived at the hotel a short while later, the door was slightly a jar and the room; dark.

I told her I’d be in a jiffy as I entered. She waited for about 10 minutes before deciding to enter the room to check out on me.

As soon as she walked into the hotel room, the lights went on. Confettis shot out from every corner of the room and everyone shouted out a synchronized “Surprised”! They must have been rehearsing the whole day, I thought.

The decorations were really neat, from the “Happy 26th Birthday” banner hanging from the ceiling, to the balloons that covered most of the floor.

The cake was the most enticing of all. It was her favorite flavor. Vanilla Ice-cream.

Wendy was moved to tears. She came over to hug me. “You had this planned all this while”? She asked, with tears in her eyes.

“What can I say, you’re my best friend”. I said, smiling at her.

Throughout the evening, we had a really wonderful time together.

Then for the final “event”, we combined 4 twister sheets together and we started playing. We were a big group.

But the game was a little different. We had cake smeared on certain colours. The forfeit was, to eat the cake from the colour. (I know its gross, that’s just some of the crazy stuff we do).

At the end of the night, almost everybody had cake on their faces and clothes. We spent about 2 hours clearing up the place.

I had a little too much to drink as I was prepared to spend the night at the hotel.

When everybody left, I slumped on the couch with vanilla cream still on my shirt.

Wendy came by  and dragged me out of bed… “Hey, you are going to dirty the couch” She said. “Come, I’m going to get you cleaned up”.

“Why don’t you just fill the tub, I don’t think I can make it to the shower without falling on my ass”. I murmured under my breath.

Wendy came by awhile later and dragged me to the bathroom. She lifted me up and I just slumped over her. Now, she had cake on her clean shirt.

“Orrick” ! She cried.

We entered the bathroom together. She really did fill up the tub with water and bath foam. The bathroom was filled with a strong aroma. I guess it was lavender.

Wendy removed my shirt and I leaned against her for support, with my arms around her.

“You smell really nice Wendy,” I said in my half-drunken voice. “You smell just like the cake”.

“Stop it Orrick, You’re making me ticklish”, she chuckled.

Almost instinctively, I gave a kiss on her neck and i lightly suck on her earlobe briefly. “See, I told you. I said. “You even taste like the cake”.

“Stop it” she said softly, looking into my eyes intently.

Somehow, Wendy seems to enjoy it. But I wasn’t too sure.  “What are you talking about”? I said as I swayed towards the bathtub. Wendy caught hold of my hand just in time, before I fell in. “If you leave the cake out for too long it’ll turn bad”. I continued. “Let me taste something else”.

Then I leaned forward to kiss her lips.  Surprisingly, she didn’t resisted or push me away. Instead, she returned the kiss.

“Your shirt is stained too”, I said meekly. “You’re gonna dirty the place too”.

Wendy smiled. Then I removed her shirt  and we continued kissing.

We removed our clothes as we entered the bath together. I looked at her, speechless.

I’ve never seen Wendy the way I saw her now. It never occurred to me that Wendy could be this sexy. She had small breasts, but it was perky and wholesome.

If there was anything about her body that caught my attention, it was her butt. She didn’t had the perfect body of a Victoria Secrets’ model. But she has one of the tightess a** I’ve seen.

I was really tempted to squeeze it, but I didn’t.

You know, this has to be one of the few moments of human impulsiveness where you have this sudden urge, to do something really irrational. If  I was anymore drunk than now, I would have startle her.

I sat with my back against the tub and I guided her to sit in front of me, with her back on me.

I continued smelling her hair as I gave her a light shoulder massage.

Wendy turned over and smelled my neck as well. I knew that we have already established a sexual connection.

I reached over to massaged one of her breasts, and “jumped” a little. Obviously still not used to my touch.

“Don’t worry”… I assured her. “Its just you and me”. She relaxed and we continued kissing.

My hand moved from her breasts down south. I massaged her adomen and her hips. I didn’t want to blew it by rushing.

It was another 10 minutes of smelling, light kissing and touching before she took my hand down to her netherland.

She moaned as I rubbed her clitoris gently. Then I guided her to switch positions and I led her up to sit at the edge of the tub.

I went down on her. “You know Orrick, I always wanted you to do this” She finally confessed.

I was surprised. But I didn’t let that stopped me.

After awhie. I stood up from the tub to stretch my back. I was getting sore in knees from the kneeling.

Suddenly, I felt a warm wetness engulfed my member. I wasn’t looking when she took my p.enis in her mouth.

She held my test.icles in her hand, massaging it. I always thought she was someone gentle. But the treatment I was getting, changed what I thought I already knew about Wendy.

She was Vigorous for a good cause.

Then I turned her around and I proceeded to take her from behind. She moaned. I reached over to rub her clit to increase her stimulation.

Whithin the next few minutes, she was making noises I never thought would come out from her.

This is Wendy, the closest Girl best friend I’ve had since college whom I never lusted on. But now, she was now feeling my manhood inside of her.

Wendy had her fair share of suitors. But, I’ve never thought of her that way or got attracted to her in that sense. She was just… My best friend.

I came inside of her and she didn’t mind.

The rest of the night, we held each other to sleep in our bathrobes.

She took off the next morning while I was still asleep. Wendy left a note saying that she had to rush off to work and she prepared breakfast for me.

I tried calling her cellphone but she hadn’t picked up the whole day. I only recieved her text messages this morning.

But I’ve to admit. The sex was good even though it lasted for about 20 minutes.

I sat down and analzyed the whole process, and I came up with a conclusion. Foreplay in the bathroom is one of the most sensual way of making your woman feel  comfortable  with you sexually.

Especially when she is very self-conscious of her body, soaking underneath the bath foam in the tub is a good way to help her relax as you massage her.

Okay, I’m ending it here… I hope Wendy calls back. I kind of having mixed feelings about this already.

Anyhow, thanks for hearing me out. I’ve actually learned something out of this whole scenario – for the good I supposed, and I hope you did as well.

I’ll talk to you soon.