When I get upstairs it’s pretty quiet. Everything is neat and tidy (though we didn’t really make much a mess earlier), Michelle and two of the others are sprawled on the couch and chairs in the living room. Michelle has pj’s on and the other are dressed. When they see me I’m cautioned to be quiet as Michelle’s parents have come home and they, and her younger sister, are all asleep in their rooms upstairs.
The other girls are waiting for their cab to arrive and wonder if I want to go with them. But there is a slight hitch as my dress (which I’d forgotten about downstairs in the changeroom) had apparently fallen off it’s hook and got very wet laying on the floor. Michelle wasn’t sure what to do as she was worried it might fall apart in the dryer (it had ripped here and there over the evening already) and she’d just hung it to dry but it’s still pretty soaked. So there was the offer of lending me clothes or, Michelle suggested with a smile and raised eyebrows, “really you should just sleep over and we’ll figure it out in the morning. Right!??”
The decision is made when one of the girls phone’s bleeps to announce that the cab has already arrived. After they go Michelle takes me to her room to find me a set of her pajamas to borrow ‘to be more comfy’. Her and Michael’s bedrooms are on the main floor down a hall past the kitchen. Michael comes out of his room also now pj’d up for the night and then the three of us have big glasses of water and are re-hydrating in the living room. It is very, very late and Michelle was in a big lounge chair and I was lying on the couch with my head on the rest right beside her with Michael sitting beside my feet on the couch. We were talking quietly away in whispers for a long time…Michael began to give my feet a little massage…
I woke up a few hours later with that unsettling ‘where the fuck am I’ feeling. And after I get my bearings I see that I’m alone in the living room, I have blankets piled on me, and it’s super quiet beyond the tick of a clock somewhere, but I can also hear the padding of feet on the wood floor and then the muffled suck of a fridge door opening. I have no idea what time it is but it’s still pitch black. I sit up and see Michael in the light of the fridge.
“Hey,” I whisper.
“Hey,” he whispers back and then comes over. “How you doing? You okay there?”
“Ya, little chilly.”
“C’mon,” he says. And offers a hand. We go past Michelle’s door and into his room. There’s a double sized bed and the sheets are still warm from his body heat. I snuggle in happily but ask “if it’s cool that I’m there” not sure how other family members might think in the morning. Certainly my Dad would have some very strong opinions if he woke up to find a strange guy in his daughter’s bed. But Michael assures me it’s totally fine, and maybe with 5 kids in the family the parents are long used to all sorts of such things. “I’ll just warm up for a bit” – I tell myself (ya sure).
We’re spooning and it’s warm and comfy and were both trying to pretend that sleep is going to kick in any second now. After maybe fifteen minutes of torture between his arm around me his hand on my chest just above my breasts, and my ass pressing back against what is clearly some degree of interest and excitement, I roll over to be face to face and we start kissing with enthusiasm.
Hands go everywhere, over and then under pj’s. Then we’re both getting naked kicking pants down and I’m fumbling with the buttons of the top trying not to rip any off. Then he’s kissing my throat, and downwards. His mouth reaches the level of my boobs and he suddently slows the urgent pace and then I’m receiving feather weight sucks and licks on first one and then the other nipple. Whenever he moves away from one breast the coolness of his saliva just adds to the hardening of that nipple so when his mouth returns it’s an extra burst of pleasure for me. And then he’s sliding his whole body further down and disappearing under the duvet.
I part my legs as his body pushes past my hips and then his mouth is below my navel, onto my mound. He kisses inside one thigh and then the other, his hands at my hips. I feel the brush of his tongue over my pussy – lightly across side to side and then a slow lick from bottom to top over my spread inner lips and hot and wet against my clit.
I give an involuntary arch back towards his mouth when he pulls away. His hands have moved from my hips to my stomach and then are reaching down between my thighs on each side of my pussy applying a slight opening pressure as his tongue and lips find there way back again. It’s good that the duvet is thick as I can hear the wet lapping sounds even through it. He starts a more focused attack on my clit and I have my hands on his head, my jaw clenched tight, and I’m panting through my nose trying to keep quiet. I’m getting super close to cumming but I’m overwhelmed by the need to feel him inside me. My hands find his shoulders and I’m sitting up part way to try and drag him back up. He emerges from under the duvet again and I arched to kiss him with startling urgency and desperation tasting myself on his mouth.
“I have a condom…somewhere,” he says and rolls out of bed before I can say that I honestly couldn’t care in the slightest (though I know I should). There is the quiet opening and closing of drawers. Rustling around. More drawers.
Finally a whispered “found it!” Then he’s fumbling with the packet and I’m tempted to rip it out of his hands and use my teeth but he finally gets it open. I let him take care of getting it on and then eagerly scootch into position and help guide the head of his cock to my pussy. A few mis-thrusts and then I reach with both hands to hold my lips open with one hand guide his cock in with the other…OHhhh there we go!!
A few more lengthening strokes and he’s all the way in and my hands are on his back and our tongues are dancing. It’s a slow deep pace for several minutes but the urgency in both of us grows quickly and soon the bed is squeaking alarmingly.
We try and shift a few times but nothing helps and finally we’re both at the ‘fuck it’ level of caring. I cum first – a stifled jaw-clenching breath-holding exercise of quiet futility that comes dangerously close to me blacking out. I’m still having a few shuddering orgasm echoes when Michael whispers that he’s cumming as well.
There’s a half dozen full length pounding strokes inside me and then I feel his entire body tense like steel and then collapse onto me in a sweaty heap.
We spend a few minutes after locked in that position just listening to our ragged breathing slowly normalize before he rolls to one side and his cock slides out of me, heavy, warm and wet against my thigh.
He gets out of bed a few minutes later and disappears. I hear a toilet flush in a bit and when he returns with a glass of water I’ve got Michelle’s pj’s back on and debating if I should return to the living room couch or not, but then he slides back in bed beside me and I’m asleep in less than a minute.
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