(Background: This just happened during the last Republican debate. Part two to come. [Fiction])
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John opens the door to the apartment and comes in. He doesn’t live here any more, but still has a key because we’re all friends and hang out together often. He’s with Sophie, the girlfriend he moved out to live with.
After some bullshitting with me and my roommate Adam, John and Adam are off to an evening class on campus. John knows I’m kind of a politics addict, and that I’ll be tuning in to the debate. He mentions that Sophie wants to watch the debate, and asks if it’s ok if she stays to watch it with me. Sure, fine, whatever… and John and Adam take off.
After the guys leave, it’s kind of silent. I know Sophie a little bit, and though it’s not like we’re great friends or anything, she seems especially quiet. I don’t think too much of it (maybe she’s in a bad mood?) I grab a beer, offer one to Sophie, and we sit down in the living room to watch the debate.
Our living room is laid out with two armchairs on one side, a coffee table in the middle, and a futon sofa on the other side. I’m sitting on the futon, kind of half laying down, facing the tv. Sophie is in one of the chairs. As the debate gets going, I’m not really paying any attention to her. Just focused on the spectacle of idiocy on the tv. About twenty minutes into the debate, Sophie gets up and goes to the bathroom, which is right off the living room.
When she comes back, she sits down on the futon instead of back in the chair. This takes me by surprise and I sit upright. I give her a look like ‘what gives?’
Sophie says “You don’t have to move, it’s ok.” She pauses. “Chris, can I talk to you about something?”
Now I’m kinda bummed. One, I really wanted to watch the debate. Two, I’m worried she’s going to share with me some kind of problems she’s having with John, and I don’t really want to take sides or play relationship counselor to my friend’s girlfriend.
She inches just a tiny bit closer to me on the futon. Her knee is now touching mine. She looks like she’s going to say something and then stops. Then she takes her hand and puts it on my thigh. Very unexpected because I don’t think I’ve ever touched her in any way, not even to shake hands, in all the months that she and John have been dating. Up until this point I was really trying to still focus on the debate, but now she’s got my full attention. “I think we should have sex,” she says. And then smiles in a way that’s half demure and half mischievous.
“You… what?!” I’m not sure I heard her right.
“I think we should have sex. Right now. We have plenty of time before they get back from class. Nobody has to know.” She smiles again. “It’s a really good idea.” She says ‘idea’ kind of sing-songy.
I move my knee away from hers but her hand is still on my thigh. “That’s a really *bad* idea,” I say. “You’re the girlfriend of one of my best friends. You live together!” I can’t really believe what she’s suggesting.
“Don’t worry about John. He’ll never know.” She cocks her head a little to one side. “Don’t try to tell me you’ve never thought about it.” It seems like her hand is moving up my thigh a little bit. Maybe it’s my imagination.
I’d never thought about having sex with Sophie. She was cute – a bit on the short side, dark bob haircut and brown eyes, slightly pouty lips, B-cup breasts and a very nice butt that always looked good in the tights she seemed to like to wear so often (like tonight). I’d noticed how cute her ass was, of course (I was a guy after all), but that was about as far as it went.
She was my friend’s girl. The idea of screwing her had never even entered my mind.
“Why on earth would this be a good idea?” I asked her.
“Look. Don’t tell anyone. But John and I don’t have sex. We haven’t had sex in a long time. He doesn’t want to.”
I didn’t know what ‘a long time’ meant, but I couldn’t imagine why John would not be making love to her every chance he got. She was super cute, and she was clearly willing.
“Look, I like you. I really would like you to fuck me.” She wasn’t one for using lots of ‘colorful language,’ so the word took me off guard. It’s at this point I notice that Sophie’s hand has definitely been moving, and now her fingers are right at the crease in my jeans between the top of my thigh and my crotch. And then I realize that despite my outrage at her suggestion, I have a full-on, throbbing erection.
“I can tell your body wants to do it.” She says, smiling again. She scoots over and now she’s right beside me, her shoulder touching mine, our legs against one another. I’m feeling super uncomfortable and want to jump up from the futon. But I don’t. She’s still got her right hand at the top of my thigh, and with her left hand she reaches over and starts to lightly run her fingers through my hair. “You don’t have to do anything,” she says. I’m thinking she’s letting me off the hook. But then she follows it up with “Just sit back and enjoy it.”
I should be protesting. I should be walking away and asking her to leave. But instead I just sit there.
Sophie takes her left hand and slides it in the front of her tights. At the same time, her right hand creeps over my crotch, where my erect cock is pushing hard against the zipper of my jeans. I watch, still a little dumbfounded, as she rubs her pussy with the index and middle fingers of her left hand. Her right hand moves up and down over my zipper.
“Mmm. I’m so wet already just thinking about this. And you feel like you’re bigger than John is. Let’s find out…”
The left hand comes back out of her tights, and she uses both hands to unbutton the top of my jeans and pull down the zipper. The head of my circumcised cock is poking up through the waistband of my underwear. I lift my hips off the futon and she pulls off my pants and underwear. “Oh, you are *definitely* bigger than John. Mmm.”
Sophie giggles, and then straddles me where I’m sitting on the futon. She presses herself into me and starts to grind her pussy up and down over my cock. After a few times I can feel wetness seeping through the fabric of her tights.
Her face is just above mine and I tip my chin to reach up and kiss her, but she stops me. “Uh uh. No kissing.” She closes her eyes and continues grinding herself on me.
She pulls off the t-shirt and tank top all at once, and she’s wearing a red lacy bra that shows off her perfectly shaped breasts. She reaches around to her back, undoes the clasp, and slides the straps down off her shoulders. Her perky breasts have beautiful dark nipples, both erect and basically in my face as she keeps rocking her hips back and forth. “Lick them.”
I do as I’m told, taking turns licking circles around each nipple, then playfully flicking them with the tip of my tongue. She moans softly. “Bite them.”
I’m happy to oblige. I slowly draw the nipple of her left breast past my lips, then lightly bite on her hard nipple, tugging at it for a few seconds before I let it go. I do the same to the right. I repeat the pattern several times, encouraged by her moans.
She pulls away from me and stands up. I can now see a pretty large dark wet spot on the crotch of her tights. I wonder for a second exactly how she’s going to explain that to John later, but before I have too long to think about it she slips off the tights, revealing the pink cotton thong she was wearing underneath. It’s even wetter than the tights, and she wastes no time taking that off too. Her pussy is shaved smooth, and I can barely make out the beginnings of dark stubble there.
She climbs back on top of me and takes my shaft in one hand. “Don’t say anything,” she tells me. “Don’t make a sound.” Then she lowers herself onto me and it takes a great deal of effort for me to stifle a groan of pleasure as her tight, wet pussy envelops me cock.
She’s riding me, and my mind starts to race. What time is it? When are John and Adam due back? Oh shit, I’m not wearing a condom. Oh god this feels so good…
Sophie is watching me, looking down into my face while she fucks me, her breasts bobbing in my face. I give her a look that says ‘we should stop,’ but she puts a finger to my lips as if to shush me, and starts riding me faster.
I can tell I’m only a couple seconds away from cumming, and I reach for her hips to push her off me. But she grabs my arms and pins them against the futon. She whispers in my ear in rhythm with her thrusts “Come on. Come on. Come on…”
And then I explode. The endorphins rush through my body, and I can feel my cock pulsing and spurting inside her. Everything gets wetter and softer as my cum mixes with her wetness. As soon as she feels my shaft stop twitching, she quickly lifts herself off me and pushes me down onto my back on the futon.
She pulls my shirt up exposing my chest and stomach. Then she straddles my chest, and I watch as she lets all the cum I just sprayed inside her drip out onto my chest. She stays that way for what seems like a minute, until it looks like every last drop of our combined juices are out of her and in a little pool on my chest.
She grabs her thong off the floor and uses it to gently wipe off her pussy, then she throws it back with the tights. I’m not sure if I should get up… but if I do, the futon will end up covered in cum.
But Sophie leans over me. She steadies herself with one hand on the futon, while with the other she gently massages my now-receding cock. She plays tenderly with my balls. Then she lowers her head down, and looks directly into my eyes while she licks up every last bit of the cum on my chest. It’s incredibly hot, and I start to get hard again.
She feels it happening and giggles. Then she swallows and licks her lips and says “I don’t think we have time for any more fun tonight.” And the next thing I know she grabs all her clothes, and runs off into the bathroom.
Reality kicks back in a little and I realize I’m probably going to be smelling like pussy and cum. I hop over to the kitchen and wipe myself off a bit with a wet paper towel. I’ve just managed to get my clothes back on when I hear the apartment door open, and John and Adam enter in mid-conversation.
I have no fucking idea what I’m going to say. But before I have to come up with anything, Sophie exits the bathroom, dressed in her tank and tee again, but with a towel wrapped around her waist. I’m not liking where this might be going. But then I realize she has a hurt, sick look on her face and she says to John, “Oh John, I got so sick while you were gone. It was awful. My stomach… I feel better now, but…” She doesn’t give any details, but I realize she’s holding her tights and thong in her hand, crumpled up and wet as if they’d been rinsed out in the sink.
John sees the tights and says “Oh. God, that’s gross. You’re ok now though?”
“Yes, I think so. I don’t know what it was. Chris was so sweet. He kept checking on me to make sure I was ok. He really came to the rescue.” It seemed to me like she stretched out ‘came’ a little longer than normal, but I was hoping I was the only one who heard that.
“Thanks again, Chris,” she says to me, smiling. Then she turns back to John. “But John, how am I gonna get home now? I can’t wear these.”
John turns to me. “Dude, can you loan a pair of pants to Sophie? We’ll, you know, wash them before we bring them back.”
Sophie adds, “Oh yes, I’ll bring them back to you tomorrow.”
“Sure. Absolutely,” I say. “And there’s no rush bringing them back.” I go to my bedroom and grab a pair of track pants and hand them to Sophie. “Really, whenever.”
She nods and goes back in the bathroom and John says “Jeez, I’m sorry about that man. Kinda ruined your debate watching, I imagine.”
“Yeah,” I agreed, a bit sheepishly. “I spent way more time paying attention to Sophie than I did to the tv.”
“Sorry man.”
Sophie came out of the bathroom. Adam made a joke about Sophie going commando in my pants.
Sophie seemed anxious to leave, as did John. On their way out the apartment door, Sophie leaned forward quick and gave me a peck on the cheek. “Thank you again,” she said, and I thought I saw her wink and was damn well hoping neither John or Adam saw it too.
They made their way down the stairs to exit the building, and as they left Sophie yelled up “I’ll stop by tomorrow.”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/43zglx/during_the_presidential_debate_mf_str8