Summer friends with a benefit.Me and my wife don’t really like to label our relationship. To many boxes with some many constraints attached to them. If somebody asks we just reply that we are swinging, as it seems to sum up our views on sex and love. As far as I’m concerned, I’ve never been into monogamy. The whole concept of just fucking one person for the rest of the relationship seems boring to me. I don’t own anybody, and nobody can ever claim to own me, or my body. It’s my life after all.My first experience on this matter goes back a long time, when still studying. Events took place when both me and girls in question had passed the age of 18, so don’t worry.The girl’s name was Summer, and the name fitted her personality. She was blonde, slender, tall for a girl and had an amazing pair of tits. She was also a skater girl, just part of our little gang. For as long as I knew her, she had always been “one of the guys” and even though it was hard not to notice her tits, I never felt anything sexual towards her. She had boyfriends, I had girlfriends. She broke up and cried at my place, I broke up and raged about my ex at her place. Just as friends do.To be honest, after a drunken night out with all of our friends, we did ended up kissing in some alley. It may have started as a bet or some kind of joke. It was great, but only once and we never talked about it after we sombered up again. I never knew if she even remembered.One hot summer day, in class, she sat next to me. Skater pants and a top. Hair loosely flowing over her shoulders. I was in a short relationship with a nice girl, and she was having a pretty stable thing going on with a nice guy, who happened to live next door from her. Nothing special, we sat next to each other on this class most of the time.AsI tried to focus on the teacher, who was talking about chemistry, she slipped a small, written note onto my desk. Now this didn’t strike me as weird, as we exchanged notes all the time. I unfolded the small piece of paper and read: “We should fuck, what about it?”I think the sound of my jaw dropping could be canlı bahis siteleri heard all over the classroom, but if it did, nobody took notice. I looked over to her, but she had her eyes fixed on the teacher. I checked again, maybe the punchline was on the back of the note, but it didn’t have anymore text on it. So I did the only logical thing one can do in such a situation and penned: “Sure, when?”. And passed the note back on her desk.I tried fixing my eyes back to the front of the classroom again, but couldn’t help watching her from the corner of my eyes as she unfolded the note. She smiled at the words on the piece of paper, took out her pencil and wrote some words back on it. And passed the note again.”Tomorrow, after class, my place” it read.Now this had me confused. We were both seeing somebody else, never talked about anything like this before. And she left me hanging until the next day? We were going to have a little, in depth talk about this after this fucking class ended for sure!Pretty soon, class did end, and she took her bag and left the room. I tried to catch up, but I lost her in the crowd. On a normal day, she would be at our usual table at the cafeteria, with the rest of the gang, but as I walked up to the table, I could already see, she wasn’t there. Not to raise any suspicion from the guys, I casually asked if anybody seen Summer. Nobody really did, but one of the girls remembered she had a date with her boyfriend that afternoon, so she probably left school.I did try and text her, but never got any response.The next morning, when I entered the class we were having together, I still felt confused. She acted as any other day, goofing around and just being Summer. I started to believe she just pulled a very strange prank on me. We sat down and got our books out for another chemistry class and for the largest part of the class, nothing happend. I started to forget about it. Then she slipped me another small piece of paper.”You still on?”. I replied: “Yeah, you?””Sure”. I was flabbergasted and had so many questions about this whole thing. perabet güvenilir mi But I was really getting excited on the idea that, just maybe, I would be seeing her tits bounce up and down later that day.We didn’t have anymore classes that day together. And the day seemed to take forever to finish. We had a lunch break, were we sat at our table in the cafetaria, but didn’t talk. I guess the main reason for that was the fact that my girlfriend was sitting on my knee, hugging and kissing me. I glanced over to Summer, who didn’t show any signs of caring for that fact.Now, this just seems to be the set-up to just cheating on my girl, and in fact it was. And I gave a lot of thought on why I did continue. The first reason was just being young, full of testosterone. The second was a little voice telling me that I am the master of my own body, and able to share it with whoever I pleased. I was in love with my girlfriend, as far as I knew about love back then. But I was also very curious about having sex with Summer.The day ended and I was walking down the hall, when Summer appeared next to me. “Let’s get outta here”, she said and we quickly went over to her place. Much to my suprise, her mother was home. I envisioned this encounter to take place in somewhat secrecy, but ended up having tea with her mother and chatting about class and the weather. It wasn’t strange for me to be at her place as we hung out all the time, even though it usually never was just me and Summer, but rather me, Summer and our gang. After tea, Summer said we had a project to do, and we went upstairs to her room. As soon as we entered, she was all over me, kissing and unbuttoning my shirt.I needed all my willpower to stop her for a moment. “What’s the deal, what about your boyfriend?”, I asked, still unsure where this was going. “Oh, he and me will be forever and ever,” she said, “but I need more then just one guy to satisfy me. He don’t own me, and if he can’t live with that, then forever will be a very short amount of time” This seemed logical to me, and her breast perabet giriş were pressing against my chest, so I took the answer for what it was, and removed her top.I saw them in a bikini at the lake before and knew her skater top was hiding a lot. But they were far nicer in that red lace bra. It was way more sexy than anything I had ever seen her wear. Big, round and firm, amazing on that slender body. Pants were removed and she started taking care of me with her mouth. My girlfriend had given me blowjobs on the bed, but this was the first time a girl was kneeling before me, sucking me and making eye contact while doing so. My dick got real hard from it.She sat me down on her bed, removed the bra and continued to suck me. Reality was fading, as Summer worked my dick up and down her mouth, twisting her tongue. I heard some distant music playing and all of a sudden it struck me, back to reality. Her next door boyfriend had come home and was playing music in his room, while only inches away, his girl was blowing me. One thin wall between us. She stops and listen for a moment. “Love this song”, she said, and sat on my lap. I entered her and she slowly rocked on my dick to music. She grabbed her phone and smiled at me. “Asking him to put it up a bit, really love this album.”The music indeed got a little louder and we fucked to it. Her tits and long hair bouncing on the rhythm. She lay on her back, as I let my tongue and fingers do some work. She came, silent but powerful. We fucked again, me on top. “I know you like my tits, would you like to fuck them?” she asked, with that goofy Summer smile, that I knew also well. You can never resist such an offer and so I did, sitting on top of her. When I felt my orgasm building, I slowed down, but she just smiled and opened her mouth, her eyes fixed on me. Once again an offer you should never resist.I came while fucking her tits that day, my hot cum shooting up her face and mouth. She took it all with a smile. It was the first time I shot my cum unto those tits and face, but not the last time. We had just entered the next level of our friendship, were a fuck was only a word away, whenever one of us needed one. Her phone rang as she was cleaning up. The music had stopped and her boyfriend wanted to come over. So I grabbed my stuff and left. When I got home, I saw her text: “You free next Tuesday?”.