I've been fantasizing about this guy I know for a while. First time writing anything like this, so be nice please.
You invite me over to watch a movie. Unlike all my other friends, you actually enjoy sitting and watching and discussing them with me. But from time to time, I've noticed your hand inching closer to mine, or your eyes resting on my breasts when you think I'm not looking. But you’ve never made a move.
I can tell that you're nervous. We've established a fragile friendship at best, and neither of us want to ruin it. You can forgive my drunk texts asking you to come over. We ignore them in each other's company. But it's getting to the point where making eye contact with you is too much. I'm worried if I look too long, you'll see how much I want you.
We sit on the couch watching a movie, like always. Your hand is firmly planted between us. Some time has passed, and we've settled into our positions on the couch. My heart races as I calculate the risk. I take your hand in my hands and start kissing your fingers one by one.
At first, I kiss the tips of your fingers, but then I move slowly down your fingers to the rest of your hand. I suck on your fingers one by one. You close your eyes and I hear your breath catch.
I'm glad I'm not the only one who feels this way.
You move your hand to cup the back of my head, finally looking into my eyes. You search for a minute. Eyes wild and lips parted, I worry that you're having second thoughts. You bring your other hand up to the side of my face and kiss me, tentatively at first. But once we've gotten a feel for each other, all doubt goes out the window.
Still kissing me, you pull me onto your lap so I'm straddling you. I run my fingers through your coarse, dark hair as you kiss my jaw, down my neck, and come up to nibble my earlobe just the way I like. I moan and grind against you, and just like that your hands are everywhere. I feel your hands on my waist trying to pull me closer to you. One hand goes up my back to steady me as you pull a strap down on my tank top.
Your eyes find mine again, seeking my permission. I take my tank top off for you, mussing my hair. Your eyes follow your fingers, which follow the goose bumps forming on my skin. Your fingers trace my collarbone, down to my breasts. For a minute you’re just looking at me. I can feel the moisture spreading between my legs.
I want this feeling to last but I’ve never been good at self-restraint, especially when I know what I want and when what I want is right in front of me. I unhook my bra and let you see my breasts for the first time. You look for a second, and then you take them both into your hands. Normally, I’m self-conscious about them since they’re smaller than average. But in your hands, they look amazing.
I move your arms so I can pull your shirt off and explore your torso. I’ve wanted to do this ever since that time I came over and you had just gotten out of the shower. My fingers cover every inch of you, reaching around and scratching your shoulders as you kiss the other side of my neck again, hitting that sweet spot between my neck and my shoulders with just the right amount of teeth.
“I have wanted this for so long,” I say into your ear.
Suddenly, your hand is under my skirt and your fingers on my clit. “You have no idea,” you say, sliding one finger inside. Whenever we’re not kissing, you’re looking right into my eyes, not even saying anything. Just measuring the reactions of your ministrations. It’s a good thing your roommate isn’t home, because I can’t contain the primal moans coming out of my mouth.
Two fingers.
It becomes harder to retain my composure. I worried that inexperience was the source of your nervousness, but those fingers know exactly what they’re doing. Two fingers inside caressing my walls, two knuckles on the outside brushing my clit in the most perfect rhythm. I start to shake uncontrollably and I know this will be my undoing if I don’t change course.
I move your hand from under my skirt and start kissing you with a passion I’ve never felt before. My hands frenzy up and down your torso, then I bring them down to trace the waistband of your pants just to tease you a little. You tense up at first, then I move my hands to unbuckle your belt. You look at me with the goofiest smile I’ve ever seen.
“Oh, don’t look so smug,” I say, unable to hide my own smug smile as I move your pants down your legs.
“What, I’m just—Oh, FUCK,” you say, as I take your hard cock all the way into my mouth, and your balls into my hand. I swirl my tongue around and bob my head up and down, slowly at first, then faster. Now you’re moaning and the sound only eggs me on even more as the tip of your cock hits the back of my throat over and over again.
You bring me back onto your lap and we kiss more, your tongue exploring my mouth and intertwining with my tongue. Your hands reach around to my ass and give it a good squeeze. Then, you pick me up and shuffle to your bedroom, with your pants around your ankles. We both get a good chuckle out of this until you toss me onto your bed and, kicking your pants off, climb on with me. In your eyes is the most raw, primal energy I’ve ever seen. I make sure to memorize that look for later.
Laying on my back with my legs spread and arms behind my head, you crawl towards me. Your cock, now harder than ever, teases my wet entrance, making me moan again. Around you, I can’t control myself. One minute you’re kissing me, and the next, your head is between my legs, lapping and kissing all the right places. I arch my back and can feel my heart rate skyrocket.
I flash back to that party that neither of us wanted to be at where we were playing a tedious game of never-have-I-ever. The girl next to me took her turn and said “Never have I ever gone down on a girl.” You looked right at me as you put your finger down. I bit back the moan that so desperately wanted to escape and I couldn’t look away from you. We made charged eye contact the rest of the night, but nothing happened. Oh, how I wanted to take you right then and there.
I’m jerked back to the present when I feel two fingers inside me again in addition to your tongue and your beard rubbing against my clit. It’s all I can do not to shove my pussy into your face. (I do it anyway, and you don’t seem to mind.)
“Fuck me." It’s not a request. You see it in my eyes and don’t need to be told twice. You lift my legs behind your head and thrust your cock all the way in, groaning as you enter me, staying still for just a moment so I can get used to you.
But both of us need more and can’t take it at the same time. You start driving into me with a force I’ve never seen from you, but it’s exactly the force I want. You pin my wrists down behind my head and start biting my shoulders and neck. I’ll have bruises in the morning but I don’t care. You start to whisper in my ear all the things you've been wanting to do to me, places on my body you've wanted to explore. You twist your hips just the right way and without warning, I unravel, shuddering with the loud, feral moan of a (mostly) sated woman.
I won’t be sated until I make you come.
I flip you over so you’re on bottom and I position you at my entrance. You slide your hands down to grab my ass as I sink down on you. Your eyes roll back into your head and you groan with pleasure. I move up and down slowly, but your hands start to guide me at the speed you want. Normally, I balk at my control being taken away, but I oblige because I love the look on your face. “I want you to come for me,” I say, looking into your eyes. “Just give me a warning.”
“Okay,” you say, glassy-eyed. “I’m about to come.” You pull out of me and ropes of cum shoot up onto my breasts and belly. I use my finger to clean myself up and lick every last drop. The look in your eyes tells me you want to go again once you’ve regained your energy. I settle down next to you and can already feel myself warming up to that idea. There’s so much more I want to do to you…
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/3grtnp/friend_fantasy_short_oneshot_mforal