Erotic stories from home: Old school friends
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Erotic stories from home: Old school friends
“Hey, is that you, Pichai?” A familiar deep voice called out from the table next to me while I was enjoying my basil fried rice at my senior's engineering wedding. I turned to see a tall, thin man with a bushy beard and a wide smile. It was Pichai, my best friend from our time living in the dorms at a famous public university in the Rangsit area. We hadn't seen each other in almost three years, since graduating and going our separate ways to work.
“It’s you, Pichai! Where have you been? You’ve aged a lot!” I greeted him, patting his shoulder hard. Pichai chuckled dryly before pulling up a chair and sitting next to me. He said he'd just moved back from working in Chiang Mai for over two years and was now working closer to Bangkok, which is why he happened to be at the wedding. After chatting for a while, Pichai suggested we go outside for a smoke because the party was too lively to talk properly.
We walked to a tamarind tree behind the parking lot. Pichai took a deep drag on his cigarette before turning to look at me with a look I recognized—the same look he used to give me when he was about to tell me some juicy stories from our dorm.
“Do you know I have something to tell you?” Pichai said after a long silence. “It happened during my third year. My friends and I used to hang out late in the Rangsit area,” Pichai said.
I nodded, encouraging him to continue. Pichai put down his cigarette butt on the ground and said, “That night, I met a girl at a bar near the university. Her name was Noon, a first-year student. She wasn’t the prettiest, but there was something about her that made me stare at her.”
Pichai explained that night, his friends invited that group of girls to drink with them. Noon sat across from me at the corner of the table, wearing a black tank top and denim shorts, her long hair flowing freely. She kept drinking beer. There was a certain sparkle in Noon’s eyes that made Pichai feel a sense of familiarity.
“I stared at her all night,” Pichai said softly, “until my friends commented that I was staring longingly. ‘Wow, you’re really interested in a first-year student.’ I didn’t say anything, just gave a dry smile and drank.”
Until near midnight, his friends started to leave. Noon said her dorm door was locked and she couldn’t stay out any later. She said she was going to meet friends near Major Rangsit. Pichai offered to drive her home because he was the only one who wasn’t drunk. Before helping Noon get on his old motorcycle and driving off,
“When I got to the place she told me about, Noon and I sat down at a table at a nearby barbecue restaurant. I ordered more beer, and she drank two more bottles with me,” Pichai recounted, smiling. “At that point, I was starting to get drunk, but I was still somewhat conscious. I knew she was staring back at me too.”
Noon began to open up, saying she had just moved from out of town, lived alone in a dorm, and had only a few friends. It was very romantic that she had met Pichai at the bar. Pichai said his heart raced, his hands started trembling, and he wanted to touch Noon, but he tried to control himself.
“I asked Noon if she wanted to go home yet. She said she didn’t want to, so I took her to sit in a nearby park instead,” Pichai said, his expression changing. “At that moment, I couldn’t think of anything else except that I wanted to have sex with Noon.”
We sat on a wooden bench near a playground, a deserted park illuminated only by the dim light of distant streetlights. Noon leaned her head on Pichai’s shoulder. His hand slowly moved to encircle her slender waist, stroking the fabric of her tank top that covered her smooth back. Noon didn’t resist. He moved closer, his face turning to meet my gaze.
“That’s when I saw the look in Nune’s eyes, and I knew she wanted me to do something,” Pichai said, meeting my gaze. “So I leaned in and kissed her.”
That first kiss was passionate and long. Nune responded willingly, her hand caressing Pichai’s neck. Their tongues intertwined in the darkness, in silence, broken only by their breathing and the sound of the waves from the nearby stream. Pichai said he felt a tingling sensation throughout his body when the tip of his tongue touched Nune’s.
“I started by taking her hand and placing it on my pants leg,” Pichai said. “Nune didn’t hesitate; she stroked my thigh and then began gently squeezing where my penis was erect.”
I listened intently, hardly blinking. Pichai continued, his voice beginning to grow hoarse. “I unzipped her pants for her, and Nune slipped her hand inside and grabbed my penis. It was warm, slightly moist. I almost exploded then.”
Nune slowly stroked Pichai’s penis up and down, slowly at first, then faster as his breathing quickened. Pichai said it was almost maddening. His hand slipped under Noon's tank top, touching her voluptuous breasts through her thin bra. Noon moaned softly before whispering in Pichai's ear, "Take me anywhere but here."
Pichai took Noon to a motel in the Khlong Nueng area. It was a small room with just a double bed and a large TV. As they walked in, Noon pushed Pichai onto the bed and immediately took off her tank top, revealing her slender figure in a white bra. She then removed her jeans, leaving only her lace panties.
"I was so horny I felt like I was going to die," Pichai said. "At that moment, I wasn't thinking about anything except wanting to fuck Noon to my heart's content."
Pichai got up, took off his own shirt, and jumped into Noon's arms. He kissed her all over her face and neck, then moved down to kiss her nape and shoulders. His hand unhooked Noon's bra and he eagerly sucked on her nipples. Noon moaned loudly, writhing on the bed.
"I slowly took off Noon's panties, and my hand touched her vagina. It was so wet and warm," Pichai continued. "Noon was the one who closed her legs together." "But I didn't stop. I stroked Nune's clitoris back and forth until she started moaning louder."
Nune told Pichai to hurry up and get inside her. So Pichai grabbed his penis and inserted it into Nune's tight vagina, slowly at first, then harder and harder. Nune moaned, her vaginal fluids making Pichai's penis slide in and out smoothly. Pichai described feeling pleasure throughout his body every time his penis entered Nune's vagina.
"I fucked Nune for almost half an hour, changing positions," Pichai said. "The last position, I had her lie face down and I inserted my penis from behind. Nune moaned until her voice was almost hoarse. It was so loud. Her body was drenched in sweat. The pleasure was intense."
After they finished, they lay hugging each other, breathing heavily. Nune said it was the most fun night since she came to study in Bangkok. Pichai said that while he was hugging Nune, he thought of something that he didn't tell me right away.
"I never thought it would end like that," Pichai took another drag from his cigarette. "After that night, I saw Noon many more times. Each time, we had sex, until I realized it wasn't just lust."
"Then I asked Noon directly what we really were," Pichai continued, his hand holding the cigarette still. "Noon looked at me and smiled, saying I was overthinking it, that we were just friends having sex."
"I think my heart sank at that moment," my friend said, laughing dryly. "I didn't know how to tell Noon that I was starting to get possessive when I could hug her after we finished, not just during sex."
"And what did Noon say?" I asked. Pichai threw his cigarette on the ground and stomped on it. "Noon said it would just pass, that this kind of relationship shouldn't drag on."
But Pichai said it couldn't stop. Night after night, Noon still came, slept next to him, and they had sex again and again. But each time, it felt more and more empty.
"One day," Pichai said softly, "I arranged for Noon to come to my room, but she didn't come. She didn't reply to my messages. I waited all night." "I couldn't sleep."
In the morning, Noon replied that she had met someone she wanted to be in a serious relationship with and asked Pichai to understand. Pichai said he was very angry at the time, angry at himself for not daring to express his feelings first.
"I sat looking at my hands, seeing the engine oil stains, the smell of semen still lingering, and I thought, 'I'm really just a friend who had sex with her.'" Pichai lowered his head. "Noon chose someone who was ready to introduce her to him, not me who liked to hide in the darkness of our rented room."
"And you two broke up?" I asked. Pichai shook his head. "Two weeks later, Noon and I met again. She came to a friend's birthday party, and we found each other in the restroom behind the restaurant."
Pichai recounted that night, they were both drunk and ended up having sex again in a dark alley behind the restaurant. Noon's muffled moans were muffled by his hands.
"For the last position, I had her lean against the wall, and I penetrated her from behind. I remember Noon writhing, biting her lip until it bled, but I didn't stop," Pichai said hoarsely. "I was very horny and very angry at the same time."
After we finished, Noon pushed me away and said, "This is the last time." Pichai lit another cigarette. “And that was really the last time. I never saw her again.”
“I was sitting alone in my rented room. The scent still clung to me, my clothes were wet and stained,” Pichai said. “I cried for the first time in years, because I knew that fleeting pleasure isn't as lasting as love.”
I looked at my old friend. Pichai had aged since our school days, but his eyes still held a trace of nostalgia. “Do you miss Noon now?” I asked.
Pichai gave a dry smile. “Sometimes I miss the times we cuddled in the heat of our non-air-conditioned room. But I don't regret that it ended.”
“It taught me that,” Pichai took a deep breath, “no matter how compatible a woman and a man are, if their hearts aren't aligned, in the end, it's just fleeting pleasure, and it passes.”
I nodded, letting the silence sink into the atmosphere of cigarette smoke, the old fan, and the memories of my old school friend saying goodbye to a chapter in his life.
