Finally, I finally got moved out of my parents house. It took almost 3 years after graduating college to get there, but god damn finally. I had an apartment, a ~~bed~~ mattress, a laptop, and a lot of empty space. Once I was settled someone gave me a pretty decent ‘old’ TV for a housewarming gift, and that really tied the bare living room together.
As is pretty fair for a bachelor with a TV before seating and other basic household necessities, I got jokingly teased a fair bit for it. And since fair is fair, when I got my couch I made sure to remind them all they were a bunch of broke-ass nothings who WISHED they had a couch this nice and new. One of the responses I got back came from an ex-turned-friend, Kelly. She invited herself over to introduce me to this show she’d been dying to share, just not so much she wanted to sit on hardwood floors to do it. (wuss)
Kelly and I had dated for a year before realizing a lot of what we wanted was misaligned and we ended things. With nobody really feeling aggrieved or urgently needing to move on we had a bit of a rocky road as FWBs with a mess of feelings before we finally decided we couldn’t manage that and wound up ‘just friends’ officially. As of her message we hadn’t seen each other in a solid 6+ month, first one of us and then the other out of the country. But here we were on the same continent again, and I rolled out the welcome mat to come on over.
She showed up looking the same as when we’d last seen one another: light brown hair now grown down to mid-shoulder, piercing blue eyes, and these full lips that made her look petulantly pouting on the rare occasion she wasn’t smiling. She’s a touch overweight but lucked into genetics nearly as amazing as Christina Hendricks that put it where it looked best. The natural version of Kim K’s ass, coupled with breasts more than a handful even for my large hands. The rest settled into a really comfortable softness, doubly good because she loved to press herself up against you.
Settling onto the couch for her show, it took all of 5 minutes before she announced she “wasn’t comfortable like this, let’s lay down.” Like I said, she loved to press herself up against you, and that’s fine by me. So we switched to a comfortable spoon-like position and go on watching, same as we’ve done plenty before. What I didn’t know and soon found out was that this particular show was one of this decade’s early the wave of HBO/Showtime stuff full of nudity and as close to fucking as they could get away with.
With the first naked reveal, and some amazing body up on the screen completely bare, Kelly wiggled her ass into me “ohh, someone likes her!” I was maybe, maybe half hard. And honestly it was this ass presses into me more than anything, but when I denied the show had any effect she just gave me a dismissive “yeah sure” and wiggle her ass again as if it made her point for her. Yes, we’ve argued about this since.
So now I’m sitting there, definitely overly conscious of what my dick is up to and trying to give it a mental talking to. A couple minutes pass, I’m doing okay, and then of course there’s a fucking orgy on screen. I don’t mean to sound redundant, I’m just cursing the thing at that moment because damnit I need to concentrate. And Kelly knows it, she starts bouncing and grinding her ass onto my cock in a continued wordless “told you so.”
A hand onto her hips to try to get control back was a fruitless gesture, as soon as I went back to talking my libido down my hand started moving of its own accord. Not so much a traitorous betrayal, just an idle mindless motion that worked against our restraint. When laying with someone it likes to trace light, barely there lines along their skin, the sort that leaving a tingling trail in the wake. Today it found the gap between Kelly’s shirt and the waist of her jeans, gliding over her hip, across her stomach and down, only to reverse course and follow that loop over and over.
I didn’t notice it was happening right away, I noticed that the bouncing and grinding which had been a teasing movement had become firm and serious. And I with that I gave up my concentration and hopes of de-escalation, I was rock hard and nowhere near dialing it back with thoughts of baseball. My attention dissolved in the pleasure of being hard and welcomed and returned in awareness of the skin under the tips of my fingers eager to go further. Idle, innocent skin wasn’t enough.
They reached further and deeper, they pressed beneath the waistband and down. Wet. I found her soaking wet. Only barely, only by the tips of my fingers trapped tight in jeans that had been skintight already before my hand pressed in. Only juuuust teasingly against her clit as she still quickly coated my fingers. There was no way to reach lower without unbuttoning, or unzipping, I couldn’t even circle my hand or move any digit individually. The denim i’d battled to reach this far held me tight against her.
When I reached her clit there was an eager and satisfied shiver of breath. I let my fingers press against her and they slipped and rubbed as she started working her hips to jointly enjoy my cock and hand. The hand was stuck, I was a grinding post, trapped. The only movement I’d be capable of was sitting up and yanking my whole arm away, and I’m not nearly that much against what’s going on. In all the time we dated, and all the time we fucked after she’d gotten…wet. Normal wet. But this then needed a new word, if that was wet then now she was soaked. As things built she was so slick I could barely tell when anything moved under my finger tips, just that it was soft and slippery and pressed tight against me. With a quiet breath she announced, in a near whisper as she always had, “I’m close” and four rolls of the hips later, “I’m cumming.”
Well, that was something. I haven’t had someone basically fuck my hand before but trapped in her pants the way I’d been that’s exaclty what I would say happened. Now if I’d learned anything from the past then we were done. Whenever she’d cum it was a game-over scenario, fucking or otherwise we had about 20 seconds to get away before she got sensitive, and dry, and didn’t want anything the fuck around there. So shortly after I heard “I’m cumming” I made that big obvious move I mentioned earlier to get my arm away and her hand latched onto me.
She grabbed me just above my wrist. Hard. Not firm, not aggressively, just plain HARD, clenched with every iota of will she had in her body. Her hand was trembling, there was a desperation in it. I didn’t say a damn thing, I didn’t ask a damn thing, I just waited. Under this crushing grip you could feel her shaking, and the shuddering breath, and things waiting she wasn’t able to say. We sat there near motionless for the next minute or two until her hips started moving again. Slow at first getting faster. Her grip loosened but stayed where it was, maybe a reminder not to move the hand she was intent on fucking against or maybe just forgotten. She’s pressing into and slipping over and around the fingers she’s already soaked, rocking, wiggling, and thrusting so they play her to the exact tune she wants..
I just enjoyed, two bodies wound tight together. The sound of her breath, quiet eeked out moans, the press and heat of soft skin against me. The impossible to escape hand bound tight against her by the limits of her own clothing. It felt like forever and didn’t take long.
“I’m cuh -”
“Cuh-huh -”
“-uhumming!”
Her hand released and the bright white indentations her fingers made remained, crescent nail marks dug deep at their peak. Time passed and her breathing slowed. She turned to face me with a roll, tearing my hand free from her pants, and pressed a hungry kiss on my lips. Fucking hell is she a soft kisser, disolving anything between you until it was her lips molded perfectly onto yours. I forgot how good she was at that, sometimes up until I tried to write this, right now, I still do. Damn Kelly.
Feeling properly expressed the way only a kiss like that can, she rolled back and wiggled her body so every inch of her was pressed into me, “Thanks, I really needed that.” Whatever the show was was long over, we just sat there with a blank screen in front of us. It was a long time before we were up to speaking or moving again.
I do still think it’s a bit unfair I went and got the new couch but Kelly got the first two orgasms on it.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/di9ll6/mf_my_new_couch