Sorry this took a while to finish. I hope it’s not disappointing!
Part 2 [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/73rxf4/mf_and_f_half_sleeping_nearby_one_night_stand/)
[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/73rr30/mf_and_f_half_sleeping_nearby_one_night_stand/)
I saw Kay stir. She made a little sleepy noise, moved her arm and then turned onto her back. It was almost as if she heard me, or half-heard me in her sleep; maybe my moans were entering her dreams. It was too much for me… I could feel myself getting close to exploding, and I didn’t want to finish yet.
I lifted the covers again and guided Charlotte gently off my cock. Her lips and chin were shiny, gleaming even in the half-light, and she was panting.
‘Come back up,’ I whispered. ‘I don’t wanna cum yet.’
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She wriggled back up the bed, lying to my side with her hand still resting on my wet, stiff, slippery cock. Her back was turned to the other bed, where I could see Kay’s shoulder emerging from under the covers, and the dark of her hair against the pillow.
‘I want you to cum in my mouth,’ Charlotte whispered, and kissed me. Her lips were sticky, with a new taste. I kissed her back deeply, to show her I didn’t mind it. My hand went to her breasts again, sliding her hard little nipple between my fingers. She let out a long gasp.
‘I want to fuck you,’ I told her quietly, right in her ear, before kissing her neck. She was sliding her fingers slowly up and down my wet shaft again, her breath deep. ‘You got me so hard, I want it inside you.’
‘We can’t,’ she whispered. She didn’t even want to mention her sister; even the thought of Kay there was no doubt a turn-off for her, just as it was turning me on. ‘We have to be quiet…’
She broke off into another long gasp, pushing her head into the pillow. My fingers were back between her thighs, pushing her panties to one side again and stroking over her clit.
I didn’t want her to lose the mood. I ducked my head down and took her nipple in my mouth for the first time, sucking and flicking my tongue over it as my fingers circled inside her panties. She groaned softly into the pillow, her body shuddering.
I sucked her other nipple, playing with the first one now it was slick and stiff from my mouth. Her breasts were small but clearly sensitive. She was writhing against me, her hips moving with the rhythm of my fingers, and her hands grabbing my shoulders, tugging on my hair. My cock was sliding, still wet, against her thigh, and I knew she could feel how hard it was.
She pulled my face back up and kissed me again, deep, her tongue sliding around mine. Then she looked me right in the eyes.
‘You’re really bad,’ she whispered.
She turned, twisting her body, and reached down. I heard a zipper and rummaging. She came back with a wrapped condom in her hand, giving it to me under the covers.
‘Really quiet, OK?’ she hissed. She wriggled her panties off and pushed them out of the bed.
‘OK.’ I kissed her as I pulled the foil apart and rolled the condom down my rock-solid shaft. I was still worried I was going to cum too fast. We were facing each other, but turned on our sides, and she lifted her leg a little to let me position myself. I felt her fingers against the head of my cock as she guided it in.
‘Fuck,’ I gasped again. I was only sliding the tip inside her, but she felt so hot, slippery… not tight, but firm. It was as if I could feel her lips opening around it, a soft wet pressure… I wasn’t just sliding easily inside her, I was having to push a little against her.
Her face was close to mine and we were gazing right at each other, feeling the same sensation. Her mouth was parted, just breathing very fast. I began to rock the head of my cock in and out of her, dipping it into her wetness. Her hands slid over my back and shoulders again, one of them resting on my ass, feeling my movement.
‘That’s so fucking good,’ I whispered. She just nodded. I began to plunge my cock a little deeper, slowly in and out, feeling it go in easier. We were so quiet I could hear the sound of each stroke, the wet slide of my cock entering her and moving out again.
‘Keep it slow,’ she whispered, still looking right into my face. Her hand pushed gently against my ass, echoing the shallow thrusts. I glanced over her shoulder and could see Kay, now lying on her back. She’d moved, and the covers had slipped a little too. I could see the strap against her shoulder, her bare arm, and the shape of her breast in the tank top.
I couldn’t go slow and shallow any more… couldn’t control myself. I rolled Charlotte onto her back, propping myself up over her, and slid deeper inside her. Her body clenched around me and she turned her face to the pillow, crying out and quickly muffling it. She grabbed the pillow with one hand to hold it against her mouth, but her legs wrapped around me, her bare feet pressed against my calves.
I knew I couldn’t last much longer, but I kept it as slow as I could, with deep, steady thrusts. Her free hand gripped my shoulders and roamed down my spine to grab my ass. I slid out almost all the way, to calm myself down, and went back to more shallow strokes, slipping the head of my cock in and out of her. Her eyes were closed and her chest was rising and falling fast.
I looked back across the room at Kay. She was in the same position, but as I watched, her hand drifted across her chest and rested there, on her cleavage. It was probably just a movement in her sleep, but the forbidden intimacy of having her there – another gorgeous girl, Charlotte’s sister, half-naked across the room – was insanely hot for me. I decided to stop being quiet again, and let her hear me.
‘Fuck, that feels so good,’ I moaned as I slid deep into her again, not loudly but not whispering either. I looked from Charlotte, whose face was still turned into the pillow with her eyes closed and mouth open, to Kay, who… did she have her eyes closed?
I paused for a moment. I was sure she was staring at me in the half-light of early morning.
On impulse I pushed the covers back off me, so I was exposed, naked. If she was looking, half-awake, I wanted her to see. Biting my lip, I slid deep into her little sister again, and out… my hips moving, my ass rising and falling.
‘Oh God…’ I moaned. I couldn’t clearly make out Kay’s face, but I was sure I could see the whites of her eyes. Her hand moved, very slowly as if she was asleep, down across her exposed skin until it was resting on her black tank top. Right on her breast.
I slammed into Charlotte hard, once, twice, and began to cum, thrusting deep and hard, and groaning. She turned back to me and pulled my face down, kissing me to quieten me. I could feel myself pumping inside her, squeeze after squeeze. Her hands slid over my body, feeling that the covers had fallen down and pulling them back to my shoulders.
We kissed more, and cuddled, getting rid of the condom and spooning each other. I’d finished too fast for her to come, but I think she was holding back anyway, still too nervous about being loud and waking her sister.
As for her sister, I heard her get up in the night and cross the room toward the bathroom, and she glanced at me curiously. I looked back at her, half-asleep.
At around 6am I woke first, and thought I’d save them both the awkwardness by slipping out. The light was streaming in by that point and one thing I’d been curious about was satisfied: the rooms in the Bonaventure towers were like pieces of a Trivial Pursuit pie, triangle-shaped wedges. Kay’s bed at one point of the triangle, Charlotte’s at the other, and me in the middle.
I had Charlotte’s business card from before, when we were flirting and arguing, and I added her on Facebook before I left LA. I apologized for sneaking out, hoped she had a good time, hoped we hadn’t disturbed her sister. In her reply she ignored the bit about her sister.
We talked a bit, though we didn’t see each other again in LA, or anywhere else, unless you count pics sent on WhatsApp when we were both single and horny and sexting from different hotels and bedrooms across the country.
Then after a while a guy started to appear more regularly in her Facebook photos, and her relationship status and profile pic changed, and maybe she just put me on a limited profile setting or stopped posting so much, because she drifted out of my life as an online presence. She might have deleted me now: I haven’t checked recently. I should check, out of interest, once I’ve posted this.
As I went down in the elevator on the outside of the Bonventure, LA in the morning spread out around me, the speakers were playing an old alt-rock song. I recognised it but didn’t know the title, so I took out my phone and Shazammed it.
It was New Order, ‘Bizarre Love Triangle.’
Thanks for reading.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/741g18/mf_and_f_half_sleeping_nearby_one_night_stand
Finally damn! What a story tho, loved it.