She’s passed out on the couch when I get home. Doesn’t even wake up as I put my things away, but the TV’s still on, so that’s no surprise. T-shirt, panties. Arms and legs sprawled every which way, red hair frizzled and doing its best to escape a ponytail. She keeps herself groomed, but I can still see enough peeking out to know that the carpet matches the drapes.
Celia’s a heavy sleeper and a good roommate. Never had a problem sharing with me before, so I figure she won’t mind a little of that now.
Tits up, she’s snoring softly with her mouth dangling open. Tempting as that might be, I don’t want her to wake up with her teeth around my cock.
There’s not much grace to what I do. I grab her by the hips, scoot her ass over to the edge of the couch cushions, and move her legs apart. I know in pornos they’re always wearing sexy panties (or none at all), but honestly, seeing her in these everyday ones is so much better, so much more real.
Well, cause it is, I guess.
I unbutton my pants and slide my clothes down, breathing a little easier when my cock springs free and isn’t pressed painfully against my jeans anymore. I start stroking myself with my right hand while I slide my left underneath the fabric pressed against her crotch, feeling her pussy against the back of my fingers. Dry, or close enough to it that I’m gonna get rug burns if I try to go in like this. I look around. The living room shares an open space with the kitchen, and Celia must have made herself dinner before she fell asleep. I get up, grab some olive oil and lube up. Funny how the smell of it is starting to make me think of sex lately.
I’m back between her legs a second later, and with my left hand pulling her panties aside, there’s nothing left to stop me. That first penetration is ecstasy and agony, and I draw it out to savor the mix of emotions. A primal part of my brain wants to shove it in, fast and hard, pumping for all I’m worth, but I resist. There’s a time and a place for that, but it isn’t here, and it isn’t now.
I slide in, and she’s hotter inside than I thought she’d be. I let out a groan as I push myself all the way inside, hilting myself as I feel the tip of my cock kiss her cervix. I wonder, briefly, if she’s on some kind of birth control, but the thought is fleeting. My hips start moving, drawing out each stroke over the course of seconds before pushing back in with equal slowness. I’m not really worried about her waking up–it’s just nice to enjoy the sensations.
Every time I draw out, there’s a small, wet sound as her pussy slides around my shaft. Every time I push in, there’s a gentle rasp of her pubic hair against my skin. Every time I pause, I can feel her pussy grip my cock, just a little, as if wondering why I stopped.
Look, I realize that for a story, I’m supposed to make up a bunch of shit I do to her in every which way while she’s asleep and somehow, magically stays that way, but it just isn’t the way it happens in real life. I’ve got my hands on the tops of her thighs, squeezing lightly enough that she won’t wake up, but firmly enough that I can get some leverage. She makes a sound every so often that might be a moan, or might just be her talking some nonsense in her sleep.
Either way, it’s been a long day for me, and I’m not trying to draw this out any. I feel my orgasm building inside me–my heart picks up with that thrum of energy in my core that lets me know I’m close, even before my cock knows it. I slide in and out, in and out, in and out, pushing deeper each time as if I can push my whole self into her if I try hard enough. My breath hitches in my throat as I pass the point of no return, trying to time my thrusts to get the most out of those first few spurts.
I grab her hips and *push* against her as my cock erupts against her womb. I swear I can *hear* each jet of my semen as it spurts into her pussy. I clench my teeth and my stomach and my hands, like every muscle I flex can somehow force out just a little more.
Eventually, I remember to breathe.
She’s still asleep, glasses reflecting the TV screen, hair ever-so-slightly more askew than before. Her breathing is steady and even–everything mine isn’t.
When my cock finishes twitching inside her, I grab it at the base with two fingers and make sure that I squeeze every last drop out as I withdraw from her. She’s already starting to leak cum, so I slide her panties back in place.
Wouldn’t want to make a mess on the couch, after all.
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