[MF] [FreeUse] [Fiction] The Skylar Chronicles, pt. 4

I was met with a sudden chill against my body when my eyes sprang open from the dead sleep that held them so tightly shut. It took a moment for them to adjust and for me to have any idea what was going on. A figure stood at the edge of my bed, slowly coming into focus, and then it all suddenly clicked. I reached quickly for my blanket, covering my exposed body as Skylar, staring down at me with an amused smile on her face, filled out the blurry silhouette.

“Well, sleeping totally naked is something we apparently have in common,” She spoke, standing there in an oversized t-shirt with her arms folded across her chest.

“I am off today. I will kill you.” My groggy voice crawled from my mouth.

“I need you to go shopping with me!” She let out in a somewhat whiny voice.

We made eye contact for a couple seconds before I grabbed the top of my blanket, pulling it tighter over my shoulder, and turned over. The room went quiet as I slowly began to sink back into sleep, not even bothering to check what time it was. My day off was sacred in my mind, and I was using it to rest. It didn’t take long before I felt a pressure on my mattress appear behind me. My blanket lifted slightly, almost causing me to react by pulling it away, but then lowered again almost just as quick.

“It’s New Years Eve, and there’s a party tonight,” She spoke gently, almost right against me ear. “And you’re coming with me. But first, we have to go shopping for my dress.” Her voice inflection was dripping with persuasion.

Then I felt it…the reason the blanket had lifted up. Skylar’s left hand slid down my left hip and, before I had a chance to think or react, gripped my semi-hard dick. It immediately went to full attention as her hand began to stroke up and down…up and down. The mixture of having to get out of bed to pee and wanting to take Skylar on a morning ride was too much for me to even attempt to ignore her or sleep. I turned over and moved to place my hand on her hip, wanting desperately to pull her toward me and have my way with her, but she slid off the bed and removed her hand from under the blanket. Skylar let out that mischievous smile as she stepped away from the edge of the bed.

“I bet you’d really like that,” she said and then promptly pivoted on her heels and walked out of my room, shutting the door behind her.

*Bitch*

I picked up my phone and checked the time. *10:48AM.* A text then came through at the top of my screen. A text from Skylar.

*“Be ready to go in 20 minutes or no fireworks for you tonight,”* it read.

I dragged myself from my bed and headed to our shared bathroom after putting on some boxers. I was half-satisfied having finally taken the opportunity to pee, but half-satisfied is not satisfied. It doesn’t take me long to get ready, my routine is fairly simple: brush my teeth, pomade my hair, put on deodorant, get dressed. I finished pulling my t-shirt over my head and walked out of my room to Skylar who was sitting on the couch scrolling through her phone. She looked up at me.

“We’re going to Hazel’s tonight.” She declared and then stood up, grabbed her purse, and headed for the door.

Hazel Standish was one of Skylar’s best friends. She was a tall, pale brunette with a curvy figure that accentuated all the best parts of her body. I liked Hazel. She wasn’t a shallow pretentious bitch like some of Skylar’s other friends. Hazel, odd as it may seem given that she was hosting a party tonight, was not the wild party girl. She enjoyed gatherings, but was certainly never the one with her head in the toilet while having her hair held. I think part of that had to do with her involvement in community service. If I recall correctly, she was involved with a local church, but that’s about all I’d ever been briefed on.

Skylar took me to three different department stores before finally settling on her “favorite one”. If it was her favorite one, why didn’t we go there first? She took 45 minutes to browse from dress to dress before settling on two options and making her way to the dressing room with me in tow. She entered the dressing room and immediately did a 180 to look me in the eye with a slight smile on her lips.

“Ladies only,” she said, pushing me back a little and then shutting the door.

I rolled my eyes and found a seat about 5 feet from the dressing room that contained Skylar and two dresses that probably looked amazing on her. I had been waiting a few minutes before I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out and found that I had a text from Skylar.

*I’m literally not even 10 feet from you.* I thought to myself.

I pulled open the text thread to be met with two pictures of Skylar. Two pictures, but not showing off two dresses. Two pictures showing off Skylar.

The first picture was Skylar in a black strapless dress with the front part pulled down, her perky round boobs fully exposed, and her lips tucked inside her mouth as she stood posing.

The second picture caused my dick to become hard as a rock. Skylar had placed her foot on the small chair in the dressing room and hiked up the little black dress, no panties, exposing her smooth pussy and a single finger spreading her lips slightly apart and pressing down on her clit. I crossed my legs immediately and found myself chewing my bottom lip.

I stood to my feet after a minute of slow, deep breaths and proceeded to the dressing room she was in. I know we weren’t home, but I needed to make good on our agreement to have use of one another’s body. I placed my hand on the handle and attempted to push it down. Locked. I could hear Skylar giggle a bit on the inside. I backed up and then heard the door unlock, as Skylar walked out with a dark red dress draped over her arm.

“I like this one,” she said and then began walking away.

“Why did you lock the door?” I asked, frustrated that this was the second time I had been snubbed today.

Skylar kept walking, “Because…It was ladies only.”

Skylar purchased that dark red dress and we proceeded back to our apartment. I had asked Skylar why she didn’t let me see her in the dress before she purchased it, as I figured that’s why she brought me along in the first place. She shrugged and then proceeded to change the subject.

Skylar locked herself in the bathroom getting ready for the party around 6pm. During that time I changed into a nicer shirt and then sat on the couch and played video games. Finally she emerged from the bathroom, makeup and hair fully done, covered by a tight red dress. Skylar looked like a textbook sexy slut. I wanted to jump up immediately and bend her over the couch, or the table again, and have my way with her. All the tension having built up over the course of the day from her little teases.

“Ready to go?” She asked, obviously noticing my interest in her outfit.

“Yep.” I replied curtly, my frustration building even more.

Hazel lived in the next town over. We arrived at her house at about 8:30pm. Already there were cars lining the street and her driveway as the party kicked off. Skylar and I made our way in and found Hazel. She was playing the proper host, exchanging the usual pleasantries about how happy she was that we could make it and telling us where the drinks were. Skylar began to find more and more of her friends, including some I had never met before. I got a couple drinks in me as she led me up to some of them and introduced me. She stood in front of me, assuring her friends repeatedly that we were just roommates and just friends and that she had known me since we were awkward teenagers in high school. She leaned back against me and let her head fall back on my chest, acting more drunk that she probably was at that point. Her hands moved from her side to behind her back right over her perfect round ass…and my dick. Skylar turned the palms of her hands to face me and began to caress my dick through my pants. All this, while never breaking conversation with her friends and telling them that I was her longest friend. I held my breath, trying not to give any sign of the fact that Skylar was using me for her satisfaction right in front of them. Her hands rotated up and down, gripping my hard dick tight through my pants. Finally, she broke away. She turned around to look at me and gave a wicked smile before starting to move toward the kitchen where Hazel was. I gently grabbed her wrist and she looked back at me, making eye contact.

“Relax, Cinderella, you’ve got a long way to go until midnight.” she said and then continued on her way.

Midnight. Of course. She was going quit teasing and let me have her at midnight. The party felt like it dragged on from that point, knowing that I had a prize awaiting. I did my best to be social, despite normally being very introverted. The alcohol helped loosen me up. A lot of it.

“Alright, everyone, just 12 minutes until midnight!” Hazel finally called out.

The words came as music in my ears. I watched the minutes roll away until we were just two minutes away from the new year. One minute. 60…59…58…

Skylar stood by me with a drink in hand and began the countdown into the new year with the rest of large group. 10…9…8… until finally it hit. 2…1…. HAPPY NEW YEAR. Everyone cheered and took large swigs off their respective drinks and proceeded to kiss one another. Skylar grabbed my arm, getting my attention, and looked me in the eye.

*She wants a midnight kiss.*

I closed my eye and readied my lips to kiss her, starting to lean ever so slightly in her direction.

“You’re funny,” she laughed. I opened my eyes and saw she hadn’t moved a muscle. She winked at me and then turned around and walked away. Again.

By this point, I was ready to explode in tension and frustration. She had been playing with me all day. And not in the fun way. I found myself annoyed for thinking she had planned something for midnight. In the face of all the tension and build up, I decided to do what all sexually frustrated men do. I made my way to the bathroom and locked myself in. It was significantly quieter, but I could hear men and women moaning from the bedrooms upstairs. I dropped my pants, sat on the toilet, and closed my eyes as I began to stroke myself.

My fantasies were interrupted when I heard a knock on the door. I called out that I’d be finished in a minute but the knocks continued. I couldn’t even have five minutes to myself to relieve this tension. I got off the toilet and pulled my pants up and walked toward the door. As soon as I opened the door, Skylar came bursting through and pushed it shut behind her. She turned and locked it again and then focused her attention back on me. Wordlessly, she grabbed at my pants and undid them, pulling them straight to my ankles and exposing my dick. She took it in her hand and began to stroke it. I let out some light moans and then felt her other hand on my chest. She gave me a light push, indicating she wanted me to go to ground. I laid on my back and she hiked her dress up in order to straddle my hips. No panties. She came to this party with no panties. Skylar wasted no time in sliding my hard dick deep inside of her. She began to ride me like she hadn’t been fucked in months. Her small hands pushing down on my chest like she wanted me to go through the floor, leveraging her every motion. Skylar’s hips rocked back and forth intensely, while she let out several moans. She covered her own mouth, trying not to draw attention to the fact that she was in here being a slut with the guy she had told her friends she was just friends with.

I grabbed her hips and pulled her all the way down onto my dick. I felt her body tighten in the same way I had when she fucked me on our couch. Our first time together. She went limp, breathing heavily, with my hard dick still all the way inside of her. After a few seconds, she lifted herself off my dick and turned around. She brought her hips up toward my face as she began to take my dick inside of her mouth, bobbing up and down quickly and taking it as deep as she could. I didn’t even hesitate. Grabbing her hips, I lifted my face into her soaking wet pussy and began to lick her opening. There was a light scent, probably from sweating throughout the night, but she tasted pleasant. I let my tongue drag up and down against her opening before moving my mouth down a little more. I could hear and feel Skylar moaning into my dick as she tried to focus on sucking it. I moved my mouth to her swollen clit and began to suck against it as I pushed a finger into her pussy. The stimulation on both sides, coupled with an entire day of teasing, left me with absolutely no chance. The build up and climax was so quick and so intense as I released myself into her mouth and my head fell away from her.

Skylar let out a satisfied moan as my cum flooded her mouth. After a second, I assume to swallow, she stood up and fixed her dress. I took to my feet as well and pulled my pants back up. The party raged on outside the door of the bathroom and the moaning continued throughout the house. The music shook the walls. Skylar turned back to me and kissed me deeply, the salty scent of my cum escaping from her mouth. She turned around and unlocked the door, slipping out and then shutting it again immediately. I locked the door again and waited five minutes before exiting and rejoining her in the living room.

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