[lgnclark]

Over the past few years, I've had some really good experiences with fostering "friends with benefits" situations with a few women. I have tons of stories to share. I love the "fwb" situation because it cuts to the chase, and usually, both parties are quite committed to the common goal (ha). If handled just right, it can be great situation.

I'll start the ball rolling with an account, but I'm hoping to garner more responses from people with experience in similar situations.


The year after I graduated from college, I lived at home while finding a job/finding a place to live. While doing so, I spent time on craigslist looking for jobs and wound up exploring the personals section. Eventually, I got in touch with a girl around my age (I was 23 and she was 22). She lived about an hour away from me and had also moved home after college. We exchanged a few emails that contained pretty generic dialogue (discussing college life and future plans, interests, etc.) We got along well and exchanged numbers. This was around May/June.

After sporadically exchanging emails and texts, we agreed it'd be interesting to meet up at some point . Of course, in my mind, the possibility of a hookup was intriguing. She'd sent me a few pics, and her look was right up my alley--pretty, with a nice curvy body (I'm a sucker for ass and tits). The opportunity finally arose when I was spending the evening at a friend's apartment in the downtown area of my city.

She'd driven into the city with a few friends for the night and was enjoying the benefits the city had to offer, namely lively bars and clubs. At one point during the night, she texted me to let me know she was in the area and suggested the idea of meeting up. Of course, I was all for it. After exchanging texts for most of the night, we agreed to meet up by a nearby subway stop--she was with a group of friends, so the agreement was that I'd meet up with her and her friends, so as to avoid a sketchy situation (I was all for it). We did so, and when we met, she was wearing the same outfit she'd worn in a photo she'd sent me. It was a low cut, blue sundress that showed off more than a taste of her amazing rack. We hit it off well, chatting and walking around with her friends for twenty minutes or so, when we both realized we got along just fine. At that point, I suggested we take a cab back to my place and it was on from there.

Once at my place, we headed for my tv room, where we made some idle conversation with the tv on (I seem to recall watching/discussing Brett Favre). Inevitably, I leaned in to kiss her, and then we went after it. We made out ferociously for a few minutes, with my hands all over her hips and ass and tits. I was in the midst of unhooking her bra when she asked to go to my room. Naturally, I obliged.

We got to my room and immediately the dress came up over her head, and off. She stood there in her bra and panties--her curves fully exposed. Her bra came off first--she took care of that, and I stood behind her and slid her panties to the ground. I reached around and grabbed her tits, squeezing and pinching her nipples and kissing the back of her neck. We then stumbled to my bed where the kissing and exploring continued. My clothes disappeared soon, and I soon found my head between her legs. I lapped at her pussy and slid a finger inside her. By then she was dripping wet, and I proceeded to tease and prod and see how she responded. Her moans and gyrations kept me going.
At some point, she stopped me and drew me close to her--my stiff cock was dying to slide inside her. I began to slide slowly in and out of her, driving deeper inside of her with each thrust. She tilted her head back and welcomed me inside her pussy. From then on, it became a blur--she rode me, I bent her over and took her from behind...we went at it hard. Her tits bounced, her ass shook. Finally, I pulled out and exploded all over her tits. That was the end of the first night, but we had many more nights to come after that...