Provoked by Vane

Hello to all, I'm Maru and I'm here to tell you something that happened to me just a few days ago with Vane, a friend from facu, who lived something with me that I never thought I could live. Vane has been my friend for almost four years. I met her in facu, we took some first-year courses together, and since we lived close to each other, we would travel together on the bus to go back and forth to school, which made us quite close. We would study a lot at the beginning of college. Vane is really very beautiful. She's chestnut-haired, with long, incredible hair, very pretty face, honey-colored eyes, and truly a body that makes everyone envious. Besides that, she's very fine and feminine. I always noticed how men looked at her, both in class and on the street, with an expression of lustful attention, because while I recognize that I feel very observed by boys, besides being flattered, she has something special to make anyone fall for her. However, I'm much more shy. Before anything, I confess that I've always been attracted to guys, and never had the slightest idea of seeing her as anything other than my college companion or friend. I never had any ulterior motives with her, beyond recognizing that her beauty was something that couldn't go unnoticed. It was always like this until last summer. We traveled together on vacation, with the luck that her brother who lives in Mar del Plata, would leave his apartment for a few days, so we could go on a family cruise with him. She invited me to join them for a week since we had finals in February and had to get back soon to study. We really had a great time, took advantage of the beach, sea, and sun, and especially rested, except for one night we went out to dance and returned early to the apartment because Vane felt bad. Of course, all the time boys would approach us with the idea of getting to know us, inviting us to eat, make pre-parties at homes, etc., which we would reject, among other reasons, because Vane was in a relationship and always was a very faithful girl about that, or at least I thought so. Two days before returning, we met some boys from Mendoza, very handsome and fun, with whom we shared mates and cards on the beach. Luckily they were staying very close to our apt, and the last day of our trip, they invited us to have sushi at their apartment as a farewell. There was no reason not to go, so between drinks and chats we spent our last night in the boys' apt. It had gotten quite late, and Seba, one of the boys, offered to take us back to our apt, which we accepted because we didn't like the idea of going back alone at that hour. Seba was really a very handsome boy, and it was obvious that Vane liked him. And although she never made any comment, she looked at him in a way I had never seen her look at anyone else. Seba accompanied us to the door, where we asked him to help us change one of the living room lamps that had burned out, since we wanted to leave the apt in the same condition as we received it. And so it was, and after that we stayed chatting for a bit in the living room while watching something on TV. At that moment I thought that something might happen between him and Vane. So I said goodbye to both of them and went to my room to sleep, since we had to get up early the next day to start our return. Already in bed, it seemed a bit strange to me what was happening, and for that reason it was hard for me to fall asleep. To make matters worse, you could hear the TV and the boys' laughter from the living room. A little while later I dozed off, so I imagined that Seba already she had left, but it seemed strange to me that Vane's bed was empty and still made. At that moment I thought maybe they had gone somewhere else or to get something at some bar so as not to disturb me, but when I was about to fall asleep again, I heard whispers in the living room that undoubtedly were theirs. I peeked silently at the slightly open door and sticking my head out, I could see Vane and Seba kissing fully on the couch. I never thought something like this would happen with Vane because I knew her and nothing made me think she could cheat on her boyfriend during a vacation trip with a friend. I went back to my bed to try to sleep, but I was still shaken by everything that was happening. I turned over in bed a thousand times, but it was impossible for me to sleep with the intrigue of what might be happening next door. And to make matters worse, I heard a contained masculine groan soon after that made me jump. I peeked at the door to calm my anxiety and saw Vane half-naked giving Seba a blow job, who was half-reclined on the couch with a face of pleasure that I won't forget anymore. I got very nervous, obviously, it was very uncomfortable for me to be in that situation. I went back to bed, wondering if what I had seen was true. My head was spinning and spinning, and to make matters worse, I started feeling Vane's voice of pleasure indicating that they were returning the favor she had just given them. I got very angry, it seemed to me that my intimacy was being violated, that neither of them had cared about me who was trying to sleep a few meters away, and that I didn't have to hear their expressions of pleasure. A little later, her moans added the sound of the couch against the floor, and his voice telling her strong things, and she answering with others that I never thought could come out of her mouth. Very nervous about what was happening, I wanted to distract myself from it and put on my earphones to protect myself a bit. But Vane's screams were getting louder Strong and I confess that at that height, what was happening to me caused something of a thrill, so with the idea of lending all the attention I could, I turned off the music. The things I heard during that time were incredible, to the point where I thought it wasn't just that the two of them didn't care if I could hear them, but that they got excited at the idea of me knowing what was going on there. I listened to everything, until the end, the goodbye, Seba leaving, Vane in the shower, and then getting into bed, faking sleep when in reality I hadn't slept a wink all night. The next day we woke up like nothing had happened, just some comment as we passed by, took the micro and went back, knowing deep down that both of us knew very well everything but didn't want to put the other one in the discomfort of talking about it. It was really hard for me to see Vane the same way after what had happened, she showed me a side of her I didn't know and wasn't expecting to know that way. The images I saw, what I heard, and everything that happened that night kept coming back to my head, provoking not only confusion but also a certain unease. It was inevitable that after those vacations, my relationship with Vane changed, and added to the fact that we both started working, we stopped frequenting each other like before and distanced ourselves a bit. I found out that when she got back from Mar del Plata she had a fight with her boyfriend, and we only saw each other occasionally in some class at the faculty, but it wasn't like before anymore. However, what happened that night still stayed in my mind like on the first day, I couldn't stop thinking about it, and it took me time to realize that what was really happening is that all that situation had excited me a lot. I started letting myself be carried away by those thoughts, and when that happened, Vane began to occupy a central place in them. She, her entire sensuality, her provocation, her beauty, were in my head challenging me, making me shiver, making me to sweat my hands and fly my imagination. And that's when I started to remember everything I had heard that night, putting scenes to the sounds coming from that living room, being impossible for me to erase from my head the image of my almost spotless friend, with a stranger's cock in her mouth. I didn't know her, everything that was happening to me was new to me, it made me angry, powerless, and at the same time excited because deep down I liked feeling this way, totally affected by my fantasies, taken, hot. From mid-year on, and as a motive for the partials, my contacts with Vane repeated a bit more, we would exchange notes, helping each other in what we could to prepare better for the exams. However, I never saw her again in the same way, and behind our gazes there was something that wasn't said but was there, and it was eating away at me the question of why she had hooked up with a guy in my face without any kind of warning. That's how months went by, until a few weeks ago, one of my classmates was celebrating her birthday. The idea was to go to her house, have something to drink and then as always, go to some bar or club to dance. All that made me anxious because I knew Vane would be among the guests, and that was enough reason for me to be so. To my surprise, I arrived at my classmate's house a bit late and Vane wasn't there. We took something to drink, ate something and listened to some music. Already past midnight, I was feeling quite cheerful from the alcohol when we heard the doorbell and my heart froze thinking it could be her. And so it was. They went down to open the door and my eyes couldn't take it when she entered. She was stunning, a princess as always, a short dress very tightly fitted in white and black, those beautiful eyes, a neckline that would catch anyone's attention, and divine black heels that left almost her beautiful feet bare. It was impossible not to have seen my expression, she minimized it with a smile and greeted me with a hug and a kiss. The Ever since we were at the house, I didn't do anything but pretend what was happening to me wasn't happening. I felt very attracted to her, my breathing was uncontrollable already, and all I did was adjust my watch and bite my nails. I was really glad to know she would come with us to the disco, so around 3 am we took two taxis to dance. We arrived and the place was exploding with people, it was a very hot night, and that whole combo and the nerves I had made me feel like I was in the desert. We danced all night, in groups, and drank a lot. I drank a lot especially, and as the hours went by my gazes at Vane became more frequent and deeper. She would make me want to see her move, dancing like no one else, sweating from the heat and probably from feeling naked for everyone at the disco. That's when I decided to spend that night as close to her as possible, whatever it took, let myself go with my skin in that moment, not think about anything and let things happen. From then on, all I did was dance almost glued to her, looking at her eyes like asking her to do something with what was running through my veins. She of course responded, and she danced even more sensually and closer, bringing her face close to mine with the intention of challenging me and taking my heat to its limit, which by that point was already undeniable. Everyone's gazes were fixed on us, we were heating up the whole world and I loved it. When we separated for a second to grab the last drink at the bar, she surprised me by grabbing my wrist tightly, telling me to please follow her home because she felt bad. A second of hesitation was all I needed, nothing more, because I knew what was behind that proposal, which caused me both nerves and an inexplicable excitement. Very quickly we left through one of the doors, so no one would see us, without planning it but fully aware of why we were doing it. Without saying anything, We got into the first taxi we found, she gave her address and we headed to her house. We didn't say anything on the ride, all that could be heard was my breathing, getting louder every time. We entered her house, she asked if I wanted water because it was unbearable heat, grabbed a bottle and walked to her room, inviting me with her gaze to follow her. There was something in the atmosphere hard to describe, but I liked it and was sure that something would happen there. In her room, she put on music barely audible and very slowly, sat down on her armchair and looking at me took off her shoes with which she had danced all night. We didn't say much more, I was petrified, she stood up and brought her face to mine like never before, smelling my neck to tell me she loved my perfume, which made me tremble. Realizing it was her turn to take the initiative, she kissed me with everything, holding me tight around the waist first and then my booty without any shame. I took advantage to caress her, to try her, to feel her skin like never before, her sensuality, I was really ecstatic. She laid me down on her bed, not stopping kissing my mouth, wrapping her hands around my breasts now, which were struggling to get out and feel the direct touch of her hands. Looking at me fixedly in the eyes, she took off my sweater and then my jeans, leaving me only in underwear facing her eyes. For the first time that night I saw her like this, naked, nervous, anxious, and I really liked it. She unbuttoned my bra to make it fly away afterwards and dive straight into my tits, to touch them without shame and explore them all with her lips first and then her wet tongue. By that point I was really very excited, and with my body trying to do everything possible to ask her without words to go down to my belly until there, where I already needed to feel her. She did it, not as fast as I would have liked, but with great deliberation, accompanying the descent of her mouth with the tip of his fingers, jumping my thong to deposit his expert mouth on my thighs that were trembling at that height. To my desperation, he barely kissed my groin above my thong and only for a little while, asking me to turn over to get into position in front of him. With great intrigue, I did it, as if I would have done anything he asked me that night, surrendering to his hands and mouth that had already conquered me by then. Leaving aside the care I had taken until then, he almost violently pulled down my thong, which made me very hot, leaving my entire backside exposed to him. His mouth and hands went straight to my back, as if it was a mandatory step to get where they really wanted to go. I felt his face move away to look at me in perspective, while his hands slid into my Booty, caressing it desperately from the outside inwards, as if trying to announce what his intentions were. I leaned my head against the pillow, arching my body even more, giving a tacit affirmative response to what he was asking of me. His excitement was already unmistakable, adding small 'oh' or 'uff' sounds that indicated he couldn't believe what was happening there. His hands in my Booty separated my buttocks at his request, as if his eyes wanted to see that image more than anything else in the world. Then I felt his breathing there, almost glued to me, as if he were smelling me, wanting to fill himself with it forever without touching me yet, not even with his lips or tongue, which was driving me crazy. Finally, his contained desire burst out in a desperate lick of my ass once his desire to absorb mine had been satisfied. He licked me with devotion, putting his tongue as far in as he could, almost shouting at me and driving me mad that I was a slut. Then he undressed completely, as if it were burning him, turning me over again to face his eyes, but this time absolutely naked. Like a thirsty person, he went straight for it. Without leaving my eyes fixed on me, to suck for the first time my pussy that was wetter and more willing than ever. While doing so, small circles with her fingers ran along my thighs and when she interpreted what I needed to feel, she positioned her tongue on my clitoris to devour it, penetrating me immediately with two fingers first, and three afterwards, starting slowly and then with increasing violence, revealing her most animal side of all. I twisted thus in a first orgasm, and another after that, and another, registering her gaze on my faces of pleasure, my piercing eyes, my bitten lips by my teeth and my uncontrollable gasps. We gave each other a strong kiss on the mouth, she lay down beside me and we stayed like that, asleep, with me giving her my back until the sunlight woke us up the next morning.