Thirst

We might have had a little bit too much wine, and I had to work the next morning. I didn’t care, and figured I could catch up on sleep the next night. All I wanted was to enjoy a night in with Andy. 

I cooked him dinner and we watched B-rated horror movies on netflix. The movies were terrible, but we had a blast adding our own commentary to the films. 

The first bottle of wine was drained fast. He convinced me to open the other. We drank that even faster. At one point my hand began resting on the crotch of his pants. I began to rub, feeling his hardness grow immediately. He inquired about my roommate being home, and I quickly shrugged it off. I could behave if she came out of her room, though I was pretty certain she would make herself scarce.

Eventually my hand worked itself into his shorts and I got a nice grip on his shaft. I twirled my index finger around the head, lingering on the frenulum where I did small, light circles. 

With his right arm around my shoulders and his left hand gently stroking my face and hand, I somehow manuevered my mouth onto his thumb. I began treating it like I would his cock; swirling, sucking, and massaging it with my tongue. His moans were steadily getting louder. 

Unable to take the teasing, he removed his thumb from my mouth and reached down to unzip. His cock was finally free, so I lowered my head and started by kissing his head. Slowly I lowered my mouth, covering the whole head. Swirling my tongue and sucking, I began to bob my head up and down. I had a terrible angle, so I was only able to attend to his head. 

I don’t remember much (or most) of the movie, but I do remember telling him at one point that the movie needed to end so we could go to my room. I don’t remember if we finished the movie, but eventually we landed in my room. 

After shutting the door, I flipped back the top blanket and walked around to the side that gives me the best cock sucking angle. By the time I got to my side, he was on my bed naked and waiting. 

To be continued…

Seduction

Last week Forbidden Fruit came over. On the way there, he mumbled something about wanting a hand job. As soon as he said that, I felt a familiar tingle between my legs. “Does that excite you?” he asked. “Yes,” was all I could manage to say.

When we got to my house, he made no acknowledgement to what he said earlier, so I asked him. “I thought you wanted a hand job..” I said, the irritation at the idea of being teased by him present in my voice. “I was kidding. You actually believed me?” he answered. “Well, yeah, of course I did. I know you want one. I could tell by the tone of your voice when you said it in the first place,” I answered, though the idea of not having his nice, hard, throbbing cock in my hands, in my control sent a wave of disappointment flow through me.

I then became determined to make him want that hand job he was supposedly joking about. “Have I showed you these?” I asked, pulling out my deck of nude male playing cards from my toy drawer. “No, where did you get these?” he asked with a hint of a smile on his face. “I got them a few years ago. My mom got them, and one day I found them, asked to play with them. She came out later and saw me playing solitaire with them. She seemed shock that the guys were nude. I think she forgot about them, so I kept them.

As I said this, I looked down and could see his hard on grow while he flipped through the cards, commenting on each one. He caught me peeking. “You want me to take it out?” he asked. “If you want,” I said, trying not to be too obvious.

He slowly started to unzip and I felt my pussy clench. Next he unbuttoned his jeans and in that second his cock was visible through his boxers. “Are you gonna finish what you started?” he asked. “Maybe. Are you serious this time? I thought you were joking about wanting a hand job.” I answered in a teasing tone. He started to “put it away” when I placed my hand on top of his hard cock and rhythmically started to rub up and down.

He moved my hand for just a second, so that he could pull off his jeans and boxers so that I had better access. On my knees, I started pumping the foreskin up and down the head, starting slow and working faster.

I kept looking at the time, because once again we were cutting it close. We had less than ten minutes to catch the bus to leave. I picked up my pace on pumping his hard, stiff cock, and within seconds he was cumming all over.

We made it to the bus just as it was pulling up.

Cutting it Close

It took me forever to fall asleep. After I untangled my feet from Forbidden Fruit’s, I carefully got out of bed to go clean off my hand and use the restroom. When I got back in bed, my heart was still pounding. I couldn’t believe I actually got a “second chance” with Forbidden Fruit. For once he didn’t seem so forbidden anymore, though I figured that would change by morning.

I woke up at seven, when the alarm clock went off. I wanted espresso bad, since I had not slept very soundly that night. I tend to stay in one position all night when I have someone next to me, in fears of waking them up or disturbing them, so I was uncomfortable most of the night.

“It’s seven o’clock. If we hurry up and get up, we can go next door to the coffee shop and get coffee before Jenny gets here to pick us up for school,” I said softly. He just kind of moaned, and told me he didn’t feel like hurrying. I went out to see what my mom was up to. Apparently she was just leaving to go to work, a half an hour early even. She told me goodbye, reminded me to lock the door when I leave and left. It was just him and I for the next half hour until Jenny picked us up.

I went back in my room and commented that my mom left early. He sat up, and that’s when I noticed his cock sticking straight up and down out of his boxers. “Morning wood, or are you just horny again?” I asked teasingly. “A little of both,” he replied.

I sat next to him on the bed then, and rested my hand on his hard shaft, beginning rhythmic motions up and down again, moving his foreskin over the head, and back down to the shaft.

“Why don’t you get some lube,” he said.

“What kind? Just regular or the warming kind?” I asked.

“Doesn’t matter,” he answered

“I’ll use the regular, because if I get the flavored/warming kind, I would be tempted to give you a blowjob instead,” I responded automatically.

He shifted himself when I got back on the bed so that I half sat, half lay between his legs. I squeezed a dime sized amount of lube into my hand and rubbed it around until it was slightly warm, then placed my hand over his waiting cock.

Up and down my hand moved, rhythmically. When my pace quickened, he placed his hand over mine and said that I didn’t have to jerk so fast. The foreskin gives extra sensation, also meaning that I didn’t need to keep my hand so low on the shaft, and that I should keep it towards the top. He explained that I was used to “cut guys” and not used to the foreskin. I began jerking him the way he showed me.

After a few minutes, I tried racking my brain for something creative to do for giving a handjob. I always preferred blowjobs over handjobs, just because there was more to do, especially with being able to use my tongue. That is when I remembered a technique for sexual massage on a video I owned.

I did as I remembered from the video, and made my hands seem like a continuous tunnel. I started from the bottom of the shaft, slowly moving my hand upwards. When there was enough room at the bottom of the shaft, I placed my free hand at the bottom, repeating as I did with the first hand.

He didn’t seem to complain, so I kept it up. Eventually, I switched back to the traditional method of sliding one hand up and down his cock. He then placed my free hand on his balls and told me to pay attention to them as well. I did as best as I could, for someone who is not a multi-tasker.

I knew we were getting pressed for time. Both of us were still in our pajamas, hair still crazy from just waking up. I kept looking at the clock, very distracted, worrying about when Jenny would call to say when she was on her way.

Just as if she read my mind, my phone rang. I told him to answer it, since my hands were covered in lube. He answered, and asked her how long it would take her to get to my place.

When he hung up, he told me we had 5-6 minutes. I asked if he could finish by then, and he replied with a maybe. He took over the cock rubbing after that, while I massaged his balls. In no time, he was cumming.

When he was done, I jumped up and grabbed a washcloth for him, washed my hands, threw on the closest clothes I could find. Just as we picked up brushes for our hair, Jenny called to say she was at my door.

Sleepover!

Last night, hanging out with Jenny and Forbidden Fruit, we all decided to have a sleepover. Still not sure on who’s house, mine or Jenny’s, it was a for sure thing. Yes, it was a school night, but we did not want to stop hanging out.

Forbidden Fruit called his mom, and told her what was going on. Everything was ok with her. I then called my mom, and told her that we all would be having a sleepover, still undecided on whose house. She said that was fine.

We ended up at my house, but at about 9ish, Jenny decided she didn’t want to sleepover because she wanted to go home. That left me and Forbidden Fruit alone until the morning when Jenny would come and pick us up for school.

We stayed up and watched Friends for a little bit and played wow. At about 10 we decided we were tired and should go to sleep. I asked my mom if I needed the door open and she answered with a strict yes. Damn, there went my plans…or so I thought.

Forbidden Fruit and I lay there talking. Just stuff about school, friends, life, etc. Around 11 or so, we kind of got quiet. Friends was still playing on the TV, and he was watching. I was just kind of half listening. I started to say something, but he told me to shush because my mom was coming. I didn’t hear at first, but when I finally did hear her, I pretended to be asleep. I don’t know why I faked being asleep, I just had a feeling it was the best thing to do. She told him she was going to bed.

So, here I was, with my door open, horny as hell. It didn’t help the fact that Forbidden Fruit was laying next to me. He started trying to scratch his back, but was failing miserably. I decided to help him out, and I began scratching for him.

As I scratched, he arched his back, making it possible to scratch everywhere else. I continued scratching for a minute or so, then slowly started to trail my finger nails up his arms, back down, and over his chest. He grabbed the headboard of my bed and arched again, quietly moaning.

I gave him a quiet shush as I continued to tease with my long fingernails. So many times I pictured him grabbing my headboard, like he was handcuffed there, and now it was finally coming true, minus the handcuffs.

Without warning, I stopped what I was doing. I took my hand away and just watched his face. He opened his eyes and looked at me. “Tease,” he mumbled quietly. “Now you know how I feel every time,” I replied back. At the same time I said this, I started trailing my fingernails back over his trembling body.

Slowly, I worked my way down his arms, over his chest, to pause at the elastic band of his boxers. He gave a small gasp as I wrapped my hand over his stiff cock.

I began running my finger along the tip, up and down the shaft, picturing my finger as my tongue, wishing it was, but knowing that would be crossing his lines, as well as being risky since the door to my room was open.

I slowly started to stroke his cock, feeling it in my hand. I used my other hand to carefully massage his balls. His breathing got harder as my stroking got quicker. I felt his foot find mine, slowly moving it up and down my leg. Our legs intertwined and we were connected in a way.

I continued to stroke and tease. I would move his foreskin up and down the shaft and over the head. With the hand I was using for stimulating his balls, I slowly traced up his chest and his arms, back down. Around his nipple I traced, just to give it a gentle pull.

He then changed positions, with me still stroking his hard cock. He got into a position that allowed him to put his hand through my night shirt and play with my breasts. He massaged them, running his hand all over my chest (did I mention how much I love to feel someone running their hands over me), squeezing my nipples just enough so that I could feel it, to send a tingle run through me, down to my throbbing clit.

I continued moving my hand up and down his cock, listening to him moan in short quick breaths. I loved hearing him moan, so I concentrated on my rhythm, trying not to lose pace.

He removed his hand from my shirt and moved it to the waist band of my pajama pants. I adjusted so that he could have better access as he slipped his hand inside, searching for my clit. I gasped a quiet moan when he found it. “Is that it?” he asked me, it being his first time with a girl, or anyone for that matter. “Yes,” was all I could say as I felt my body shudder in pleasure.

He slowly and rhythmically moved his fingers in small, slow circles. I continued stroking his cock, one hand moving rhythmically up and down, the other cupping his balls, giving a slight massage when I could manage the multitasking.
Finally, I felt him tense up, his breathing get harder and faster. He came then, hard and fast.

To be continued…

Mini Threesome

Wednesday night Anna and Nathan came over at about six. The plan was to watch Wall-e. They brought Wall-e and Don’t Mess with the Zohan. We behaved wonderfully throughout Wall-e. There was no sexual tension whatsoever and we paid attention to the movie instead of each other.

After that first movie we decided we were all hungry, so Nathan drove us to get some dinner. We came back to eat and put the other movie in. Anna gave me one of her fries. I looked Nathan in the eye and ran my tongue around the top, then slowly moved the fry farther into mouth.

The look on Nathan’s face was priceless. Anna got a big smile on her face. “Nathan tells me you have a fabulous tongue.” I told her she would have to find out for herself someday, a day when we wouldn’t have to worry about time limits and my mother being in the other room. She seemed to like that idea, so I elaborated.

I told her how I wanted to start slowly, flicking my tongue on her clit, then write the alphabet, starting with lower case, going to capital case. Next I would spell sexy words, and make her try to guess what I was writing.

In these few minutes of talking dirty, all three of us were incredibly turned on. We looked at Nathan. He had a tormented look on his face. We looked down at his pants so see the bulge of his erection that wasn’t there before. Anna started rubbing it.

I watched as she rubbed him, a big grin on my face. I switched between looking at his face, her face, and Anna’s hand rubbing Nathan’s hard on. I was wet. So wet…I let them know. I also told them how much it sucks that we couldn’t do anything, since my mom was home. That is when Anna took my hand and put it on Nathan’s crotch as well, telling me to rub it. I did.

I about went wild. I told them we should really try to calm down, and they agreed. Yeah, that lasted about thirty seconds, and this time Anna and I started kissing, massaging each other’s tits.

Throughout the rest of the movie, Anna and I switched between playing around with each other and giving Nathan the attention that he so desperately wanted. The room started to get very hot, so I had to open the window to let some air in. We calmed down for about a minute.

After the movie, Anna and I decided to let Nathan cum. He promised he would be fast, as he was so worked up. Nathan let his hard cock free from his pants and Anna and I took turns sucking him and jacking him off. In less than a minute we had him cumming on his chest.

Unfortunately after we all had our little bit of fun, it was eleven at night and they had to get up early the next morning. They went home, with plans of us having a re-do of a threesome, since we really couldn’t do very much this time.

That night I tried to masturbate, but I just couldn’t finish. It really started to piss me off. Then I realized I wanted someone with me, I wanted them to help me. Knowing that that was not possible, I just wasn’t into it anymore, so finally I gave up and put my toys away.