The room spun.
After a particularly heavy house party, at the inevitable ending of the night, I managed to somehow stagger upstairs with my girlfriend. Both of us leaned heavily on each other. In the usual state which comes from that perfect level of alcohol, we giggled, joked and laughed our way out of our clothes and made our way into bed. Even blind d*unk, I could still appreciate her red lacy bra, which pushed up her tits the perfect amount, and her red lacy panties, which only made her stunningly firm ass stand out even more than it already did.
It was then, with the room still flying around, every object blurring into a myriad of smeared colours, I noticed something.
We weren't alone.
I knew her gay best friend was at the party with us, but how come he was crashing out on the floor in her room?
"It's okay..." Charlotte, my girlfriend slurred. "He can get a taxi in the morning."
I couldn't fight off the sleep calling me and I blissfully slipped into a deep, vodka induced slumber.
My head pounded as my eyes opened, the world still blurry and unfamiliar to me. But before I could even moan my curses at the gods of 40% proof spirits for their cruelness, I moaned for an entirely different reason.
My cock was as hard as a piece of granite.
Her perfectly firm ass, still clad in her red lacy panties, was rubbing up to it. It felt incredible, the pressure and sexy rocking motion making me accidentally moan in delight. My hands wandered down and began caressing her beautiful, toned body, my fingers exploring every inch of her exposed skin. I saw her smile, a devilishly mischievous grin.
As silent as the grave, she took one of my hands and slowly. Delicately. Raised it to her chin. Still facing away from me, she put my finger in her mouth and began to suck.
Holy shit.
I didn't know what I had deserved to get such an amazing wake up, but at this point I didn't care. I took my other hand off of her body and wrapped it firmly, but carefully around her neck. She gave a whimper of pleasure.
"I want to fuck you. Hard. Right now." I whispered into her ear.
Before I could hear her response, I heard someone lazily groan.
It wasn't me.
It wasn't her.
It was her sleeping gay best freind. Niel.
Shit.
I froze like a rabbit in some gay headlights and so did Charlotte. Although he was still fast asleep, with his eyes closed, it felt like we had been caught. A few moments passed. Nothing.
Charlotte turned over to me and grinned that impish grin again.
"Are you insane?! He's right there!" I whispered frantically.
She put a finger to my lips. "He's a deep sleeper, trust me..."
I didn't have time to contemplate or consider what she was saying, before she placed a hand on my stiffened member. My cock was throbbing now, I could feel the precum leaking into my boxers.
"Are you sure? I can stop if you want?" She said quietly, flashing a sensual, teasing look into my eyes. I had to bite my lip to stop from groaning.
"I didn't think so."
She slowly and deliberately rolled back the covers and pulled down my underwear, releasing my firm dick. I was aching from how excited I was. She gripped my cock tightly and began jerking it up and down. Having her hands on me and feeling her stroking me, I couldn't help but moan.
As fast as a pistol shot, her spare hand flew up to my mouth and clamped firmly over it. Both our eyes darted to the sleeping Niel.
Nothing. He was dead to the world.
"If I take my hand off, are you gonna make noise?" She asked, still stroking me. I shook my head. She removed the hand, gave me one last cheeky smile and enveloped my dick utterly in her beautiful mouth in one smooth motion. My eyes rolled back into my head in extacy, then flew open to check on Niel.
It was an unbelievable moment in my life. I was looking directly at her best friend whilst I could see her gorgeous face bobbing her head up and down on my cock. Her mouth felt so good. So warm. The suction was just perfect. It was like my cock belonged there.
I saw Niel stir out the corner of my eye and my heart fluttered for a moment, but he simply rolled over, completely unaware of what was going on only a few feet from him. She was doing a great job of keeping quiet, with just some occasional wet sounds as she sucked.
I couldn't contain myself any longer. She knows, even though she's amazing at them, I can't cum from a blowjob, so she switches back to stroking me, fast. My fingers clawed at the bedsheet, the bursts of pleasure making me twitch and whimper. At that moment, Niel did not exist. Just me, Charlotte and my cock.
"Baby, I'm gonna cum." I managed to say, the electrifying tingle of an orgasm building and building inside me. She instantly flashed a smile and stared deep into my eyes. She had a hunger there, something animalistic which drove me wild.
"I wanna see it explode." She whispered.
That did it. My entire body shivered and tightened, my dick pulsed, hot cum spurting out of me in long thick ropes. I came all over the sheets, her hand and her arm, but the look in her eyes only intensified as she saw me in bliss. She seemed to take pleasure in pumping my cock up and down, watching me with an unshakeable focus as I trembled and shook.
I closed my eyes, still in an utter state of Nirvana. She wiped her hands and arms on the sheets, pulled the duvet back over us and lay down next to me, nuzzling her head into the crook of my arm. Seconds later, and I mean seconds, Niel opened his eyes and looked over to us blearily.
"Morning guys." |
