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Best of Friends 17 - Homework
🕑 Added 2025-07-20 12:13:19 +0000 UTCRachel's day didn't fare much better after meeting with her mother. Classes dragged, homework never seemed to end, and Rachel's mind endlessly played the words her mother had said.
Noah wasn't for her. She came from a different life. It wouldn't last.
Eternity wrapped into a single breath as sunrise fell to sunset and Rachel made her way back to her apartment. Exhausted, Rachel latched the door behind her lazily and dropped onto her couch with a deep sigh.
The sigh had barely left her lips when a knock echoed through her apartment.
Rachel groaned. "Every time..."
The knocking continued with greater persistence.
"Yeah! Coming..." she called out, dragging herself off the couch. She shuffled barefoot to the door and opened it cautiously, peeking through the crack. Surprised to find Mike standing on the other side.
"Mike?" Rachel asked.
"Yo," he said with a nod. "What are you doing?"
He wore a cropped tee, high-cut gym shorts that barely concealed his thighs, and sunglasses perched on his head. A ridiculous outfit that invited Rachel's eyes to wander.
Rachel cleared her throat as she tore her gaze from Mike's exposed abs. "I'm uh… working on homework. Why?"
Mike smirked and stepped in without invitation. "Sounds boring as shit."
Rachel moved back instinctively, heart skipping a beat as Mike entered her space.
"Excuse me!" she said, watching as Mike aimlessly wandered into her living room.
"You really too busy for a little break?" He asked.
Rachel followed him slowly, arms folded across her chest. "What kind of break?"
Mike dropped onto the couch and began undoing his belt. "The kind where I fuck your brains out."
"Are you serious?" Rachel asked, more amused than offended.
Mike stared with a confused expression. "Uh... yeah?"
Rachel laughed softly as she rubbed her face. "Mike... you can't just come over whenever you want for that kind of stuff."
"...Why not?"
"It's not appropriate," Rachel said.
"But… we're fuck buddies?" Mike said as he continued to slowly unzip his pants.
"Yes, but..." Rachel paused, sighing hard as Mike exposed a giant bulge resting beneath red underwear. "Noah has to be here."
Mike scratched his head. "But why?"
Rachel finally broke into laughter. "Oh my god. Look, just sit for a second, ok? And zip your pants back up."
"Fine, whatever," Mike said as he lazily zipped his pants back up and made his way over to the fridge.
"You got any booze?" He asked.
"Why does everyone think I have booze? No, I don't." Rachel pulled out her phone, texting Noah quickly as she spoke.
Rachel: Heeey. So Mike just showed up at my door...
Noah's response was nearly instant.
Noah: What does he want?
Rachel: Well, he's raiding my fridge atm… but he wants you know what. Should I?
Rachel glanced up when she heard the rustling of a plastic bag, only to find Mike eating shredded cheese by the handful, shamelessly dropping clumps onto the floor as he inhaled the bag.
"Oh god, Mike, over the sink!"
Mike stopped mid-chew. "Huh?"
"Eat over the sink!" Rachel shouted
"Oh. Right. Sorry." Mike marched to the sink, making an overexaggerated effort to keep the bag over it.
Rachel's phone buzzed.
Noah: Can you film it?
Her breath hitched. Her fingers tried to keep up with her racing thoughts.
Rachel: I can. Are you sure you're okay with it? I can turn him away.
Rachel watched as Noah typed.
Noah: No, it’s fine. Just film it, please. And thanks for asking :)
Rachel: Of course! Love you.
Noah: Love you too :0
Rachel stared, perhaps in partial disbelief that it had been so easy. She looked up from her phone, watching as Mike grabbed the final handful of cheese from the bag before tossing it onto the floor.
"Mike! Garbage!"
Mike stared like a deer in headlights. "Huh?"
"Put. the bag. In. the GARBAGE." Rachel said pointedly. Mike blinked.
"Oh… yeah sure…" Mike half-heartedly looked around the kitchen, never bothering to move his feet. "Where is it?"
"Oh my god, just let me do it," Rachel said shortly. She walked by Mike and grabbed the bag, bending down to open the cabinet where the garbage bin rested. As she did, Rachel felt Mike's hand clamp firmly around her ass.
"Mike!" Rachel promptly looked back at him, though she didn't make an attempt to step away from his grasp. She felt his thick fingers slide down to her groin as he pushed her into the counter.
"Let's fuck already." He said bluntly.
Rachel didn't answer right away, she pushed her ass into him, moaning softly as Mike's hands trailed up her waist and to her breasts.
Noah said yes, she was in the clear.
But Mike didn’t know that. And something about that fact made it hotter.
"Ok..." Rachel whispered with trembling lips.
She felt Mike's hands descend to her pants, unbuttoning them and pulling them past her ankles with well-practiced motions. Then his hand reached around to her entrance as he pushed her over the counter, sliding into her with ease.
"You're so fucking wet," Mike said as his fingers slid out of her, replaced by the tip of his cock at her entrance. Rachel looked back at him, their gaze locking as he slowly pushed into her with one powerful thrust. Rachel braced herself against the kitchen island as Mike's thick cock slowly filled her.
Rachel moaned as the sounds of slapping flesh echoed through the apartment. Mike bent over her and grabbed both her breasts, squeezing them tightly as his thrusts hit hard against her cervix. The sensation an overwhelming, perfect kind of pain.
Mike was completely carnal, and those primal instincts made Rachel's body quiver.
He pulled out of her without warning and turned her around. Rachel gasped as he lifted her clean off the ground like she weighed nothing. He lined his cock up with her pussy, and slammed Rachel down onto it. He gripped her thighs tightly as he slammed into her with each powerful thrust. Rachel locked eyes with him, mouth open as she became drunk on euphoria. She watched as sweat formed on Mike's brow, and as she wrapped her legs around his waist, Rachel bit his thick neck, tasting the salty musk of his sweat.
Mike responded by thrusting faster. Rachel dug her nails into his back as she threw her head back and moaned.
"You're so fucking strong," she said between breaths.
"I know," Mike grunted, slamming into her one final time before carrying Rachel toward the bedroom.
She wrapped her arms around his neck tightly as she remained impaled on his giant, pulsing cock. Mike had dominated her, and Rachel relished being carried away like a caveman's trophy. He kicked the bedroom door open and tossed Rachel onto the bed.
Then he mounted her chest, slapping his slick cock against her soft breasts. The hunger in his eyes made Rachel's stomach flutter.
“Tit fuck me,” he said with a gravelly voice.
Rachel licked her lips as Mike placed his fat cock between her cleavage, then cupped her breasts and pressed them together. His cock, still slick from her juices and a steady pulse of precum, disappeared between them. She could feel him throbbing against her skin as he thrust lazily through the soft valley of her chest.
Mike groaned, eyes glued to the sight of himself moving between her tits. “Push them tighter,” he said.
She obeyed without thinking, fingers digging into her flesh to close the gap even more. It made his cock look massive. She watched as his swelling, flushed tip appeared from her pale breasts with each thrust.
Instinct overtook her, and Rachel caught the tip with her mouth.
She playfully licked him at first, circling her tongue around Mike's circumcised head. She tasted herself mixing with the salt of his precum and sweat. Then she sealed her lips around his shaft, sucking in rhythm with his thrusts. She pushed her tits together tightly, keeping Mike's cock pressed tightly against her chest as she swallowed what length she could. Soon, her tongue worked every inch that emerged from the grip of her chest.
“Fucking shit…” Mike grunted, planting his hands beside Rachel's shoulders for leverage. He fucked forward into her tits hard, his cockhead punching into her mouth with every push. The bed rocked beneath them. Rachel felt Mike's weight press into her with every eager thrust.
Then he pulled back, giving one of Rachel's breasts a playful squeeze as he scooted his cock closer to her mouth.
“Open up,” he said bluntly.
Rachel's mouth dropped open just in time for him to drive his cock straight between her full lips.
Her throat tightened on instinct, eyes watering as he bottomed out almost instantly. She felt Mike’s slick, swollen cock fill her mouth, the tip jabbing and stretching her throat open. Rachel gagged, but didn’t pull away. Her hands clutched his thighs, nails pressing into his flesh as he fucked her face with slow, hungry thrusts.
“Shit,” Mike muttered, hips rocking with dull precision. “You're a great fuck…”
His hands found her hair, fingers knotting at the roots, tugging lightly as his thrusts grew messier. Rachel relaxed her jaw and let her throat adjust as Mike continued to use her. Becoming fully entranced by the experience.
The sloppiness of it, the way his cock throbbed against her tongue, the taste of his precum, the desperate gasps of air.
How Mike didn't ask, but took what he wanted.
When he finally pulled out, a thick string of spit and precum connected her lips and his cock.
They didn’t speak; they didn't need to.
Time blurred together. Rachel found herself on her back again, legs spread wide as Mike pounded her pussy mercilessly. Then on her side. Then her mouth was full of him again while his tongue swirled around her clit, flicking in long, wet strokes.
Mike devoured her. He growled when she came, clutched her thighs tightly as he groaned into her cunt, licking harder as she writhed. Rachel’s moans were muffled by his cock, her hands gripping his ass as he buried himself deep into her throat. Her thighs trembled, her juices soaked into her bed, and her mind fogged over.
They flipped.
Rachel climbed on top of Mike and rode him with what strength she had. There was no rhythm, just wild, grinding circles of her hips and the sound of skin slapping skin. She bit her lip as she felt Mike's cock massage the inside of her aching, swollen pussy. She leaned forward, riding him harder, her tits bouncing in frantic waves. Mike groaned beneath her, grabbing onto her hips, his fingers digging deep into her sides.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he muttered.
She moaned in reply, digging her nails into his chest as she rode his cock like a toy. The bed creaked beneath them. She felt the sharpness of his cock hitting her deeply. She was shaking, gasping, grinding. Her legs burned, but she didn’t care.
Rachel rode him until she collapsed onto him breathless. Her slick chest pressed to his, her warm breath ebbing against his neck.
Then Mike grabbed her, rolled her, pushed her face into the mattress, and began to take her again.
She kept her ass high in the air as she bit the comforter beneath her. Her pussy raw and wet. Mike drove in from behind with commendable energy. His thrusts were deep and erratic as he slammed into her like a wild animal.
He spanked her jiggling ass, and the slickness of Rachel's sweat made the sting sharp. She pushed into him eagerly in response.
Mike grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged. Rachel moaned loudly, her head arching back, her throat exposed.
“Holy fuck,” Mike grunted. “You’re so fucking hot.”
Her whole body rocked forward with every thrust. The wet slap of their flesh echoed off the apartment walls. Her arms gave out, but Mike kept going. She collapsed onto her chest, ass still high, letting him take what he wanted. Letting him use her until she couldn't think.
She came again.
And again.
Rachel didn’t know how long they’d been fucking.
Her pussy was swollen, red, and overstimulated. Her skin glistened. Her hair was matted. Her body was exhausted.
Still, she didn’t stop. She didn’t want to stop.
No one had ever fucked her like this. It was an otherworldly experience, it brought her to a primal level she never thought existed.
Her legs were trembling, her core spasming with each shallow breath. She wasn’t even sure she would be able to walk tomorrow.
But that didn't matter.
Because right now, all she wanted was more.
Mike positioned her on her side, one leg raised high as he drove himself into her. Her moans were hoarse, broken from overuse. She trembled under the force of his thrusts.
"Fuck, I want to cum in you," Mike groaned.
Rachel's body tensed. Her breath caught as a brief spasm of hesitation swam through her body.
She said nothing.
Mike's grip tightened on her leg as he slammed into her like an animal.
"FUCK!"
He groaned deep in his chest as he began to fill her.
Rachel felt it. The thick pulse of him erupting inside her. His cum spilling into her in hot, primal bursts. She gasped, overwhelmed by his sudden pulsing fullness.
Mike kept thrusting slowly until he softened. Then he pulled out. Rachel lay still as she felt his warm cum drip from her thighs and pool onto the sheets.
Her heart thundered in her chest. Her body trembled, drenched in sweat and cum.
Her legs were spread, one still slightly raised from where Mike had gripped it moments earlier. The air in the dorm was humid with sweat and sex. Her sheets, tangled beneath her, were damp beneath her lower back.
Across the room, Mike was hopping on one foot, trying to tug his pants back over his ass. His shirt was already half on, bunched around his neck like a noose.
“That was fun,” he said, wiping sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. “Thanks for the fuck.”
Rachel blinked. Her lips were parted, still slightly puffy, her chest rising in slow, uneven breaths. “You’re… leaving?”
Mike glanced at her with a raised eyebrow. “Well, yeah. I mean, we fucked. And you’ve got homework, right?”
“Oh. R-right.”
The breath caught in her throat before she could finish it. She nodded, watching as Mike shoved his feet into his shoes. There was no kiss. No aftercare. No glance backward. Just a casual stretch of his shoulders and a swipe of his phone off the nightstand.
Rachel looked away, pretending to search for something on the floor. She didn’t know what she expected. This was the arrangement, after all.
“Cool,” Mike said, adjusting his waistband as he began walking out of the bedroom. “Anyways, tell Noah I said hey. Also, tell him I need help with some homework if he's cool with that.”
Rachel's stomach dropped.
“Oh my god,” Rachel whispered. She sat up too fast, the soreness in her core flaring as she did. “Fuck… wait!”
Mike turned. “Yeah?”
“You think you can go again?” she asked, her voice tight, her brain suddenly moving through five thoughts at once. “I… I want to record it. For Noah.”
Mike blinked. Then smiled as he nodded his head eagerly.
“Fuck yeah!” He looked down at his dick. “Gotta wait a little while though. I’m kinda tapped.”
“That’s fine,” Rachel said quickly, brushing her hair back from her flushed face.
Mike scratched his stomach and walked back toward the bed, farting as he did so.
"Jesus, Mike!"
"Sorry, got some gas. Probably the cheese," Mike said, falling back onto the bed next to Rachel.
"Please, for the love of god, don't fart on my bed, and maybe next time don't eat a whole bag of cheese?"
"Haha, yeah… anyway, I'm fucking starving. Let’s order some food.”
Rachel let out a short laugh, shaking her head as she grabbed a pillow to cover her chest.
“You’re unbelievable. Fine, but you’re buying.”
Mike gave her a thumbs up. “Deal. But only if you promise to stock some beer in this fucking place.”
Rachel smirked, tossing the pillow at his chest. “You’re such a frat boy.”
Mike caught the pillow and playfully tossed it back as he opened his delivery app. “You know you love it.”
Rachel didn’t answer. She just watched him for a second, lips parted in a small, thoughtful smile.
Comments
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Loved this chapter, can't wait for the next one!
northdrop
That was amazing!!!! I loooove how Rachel lost herself in the experience. That little detail about her enjoying that mike didn’t know Noah was okay with it just might be a bit of foreshadowing, as was her completely forgetting about Noah all together in the heat of the moment. What a superstar :)
