Right Time, Wrong Girl (FM)

*Another tale from my days of yesteryear, hope you enjoy.*
Everyone is 18+

It was close to the end of August and my mom happened to be out of state for a few days getting my sister settled in at her new school, and being the responsible young adult I was, I threw a party. There were a lot more people than I expected, but never out of control, in fact, I’d say it went almost perfect. There was the typical amount of clean up needed the next day, but the cops never got called, no one died that night, no fist fights, nothing important or valuable was broken or taken *and* it birthed this story.

It starts when the party was ending. Almost everyone had left except for my girlfriend and maybe 8 or 9 others. My girlfriend and I only started dating a few weeks ago so this was her first introduction to my friends and I was really nervous. I had been drinking way too much and smoking all night and it started to catch up with me. I stood up and immediately knew I’d be out cold very soon. I told everyone left that they were welcome to stay the night and my girlfriend helped me find my way into my mom’s room where I crashed instantly.

Next thing I know I’m looking down my torso at the top of my girlfriend’s head with her lips wrapped around my dick. I felt her rolling her tongue along the head with the confidence and showmanship of a pro. She wasn’t normally *this* good, but the alcohol helped bring out some of her hidden talents. I don’t think I was able to offer her anything more than a warm, stiff dick that night, but as she’s told me in the past, “she’s done more with less.” At some point she climbed on top and bucked her hips on me with unbridled ambition, angling and bending her body on me to get me to hit the spots she wanted me to. With her pussy wildly slamming down on me over and over, picking up speed in the process I started to suspect her renewed lust could have also been from whose bed we were fucking in.

If I were sober I would’ve blew my load in seconds, but actually, I don’t remember cumming at all. I either blacked out or passed out, but it felt like we fucked for a long time and there was a sizeable area of my mom’s bed sheets that were just *drenched* in sweet lady serum. I’ve never seen her body do that before and it’s something I desperately wished I remembered. Somehow, my sleep got worse from there, I woke up feeling like I was going to be sick, but then I’d fall back asleep for a few minutes and repeat.

It was still obnoxiously early in the morning, the sky was more dark blue than the black of night and I didn’t feel as sick anymore, but woke up *DESPERATE* to empty my bladder. I scurried down the hall to the bathroom and gratefully found it vacant. The real challenge was against my uncooperative, rigid dick that made this particular part of my morning routine anything but. Finding the right angle and flow was an extremely complex problem given how early and inebriated I was. I felt both drunk and hungover simultaneously, and I prayed for a swift death as I shuffled back to bed.

Those who decided to stay the night were still asleep. Most people occupied comfy spots like couches, chairs, beds, but the unlucky ones had to claim sections of the floor for themselves. It must’ve been a sight to see my big frame try to tip-toe around the scattered bodies and covertly slip back under the covers of my twin bed, but I did so without disturbing a soul.

My cock was still refusing to deflate and instinctively flexed allowing a brush of the tip along soft cotton. I shut my eyes, but never slept, instead I searched my alcohol-impaired database, desperate for the lost mental image of my girlfriend squirting last night. Instead I just kept imagining what it may have looked like and wanted another shot to make it happen.

I couldn’t ignore my horniness anymore as I had absent-mindedly humping the mattress, disguising it as trying to get comfortable. I spun over and slipped a hand into my boxers, pinching and brushing the sensitive flap on the head, but then decided to go even further. I was still covered by the blankets when I slid my shorts and underwear down to my knees, allowing the most shameful part of me some breathing room. With a finger, I dabbed the precum that’s already dribbling down the shaft and spread it around the tip. Then, right there, in a room full of sleeping friends, I quietly began tugging on myself.

My girlfriend was on her side, facing away from me and still soundly asleep, but not for long. She hogged most of the covers, unsurprisingly, and had almost cocooned herself in them. Shifting closer to her, I pulled more of the blanket in my direction while I pressed my pole between her cheeks. With my head rested on the pillow and my eyes shut, I put a hand to her waist and rocked her into me. Gently at first, of course, but soon I started pulling her onto my pole little harder each time until it felt like I was going to rip through her clothes. My hand crawled over her waist and slipped under her pants trying to wake her up for another round, one I’ll remember. I pressed around her clit and down her lips for a little before sliding my finger inside her.

In an instant, my senses felt alive and alert as the cold splash of reality flooded me and suddenly, I felt very out of place. It could have been the slightly unfamiliar feel on my finger, the feminine scent that I didn’t fully recognize, or how cold the pillow was, but something woke me up to the fact I was in the wrong girl’s pussy. Don’t get me wrong, it was my bed, but I forgot I slept in my mom’s room and that’s where my girlfriend was.

This girl rolled to her back, slowly stirring, but I was too scared to move or do anything in the moment. There was a small section of blanket that partially dangled between our faces, but I could still see that this mystery woman was Casey, a friend of a friend, who has flirted casually with me in the past, but we’ve never so much as kissed. She had the same height, skin tone and hair color as my girlfriend, but she had astounding green eyes, very nice tits and sizeable ass. She was one of those girls who would religiously attend Coachella, E-Zoo, EDC and other music festivals that I’m unaware of. I’ve always been drawn to her carefree, party-girl demeanor and I’ve seen pictures of her luscious body in all sorts of outfits. My favorites were to ones that left little to the imagination: neon fishnet leggings, short skirts that don’t cover her ass, body paint and/or pasties on her nipples, but those memories only fueled more infatuation for her.

She’s teetering in and out of consciousness and I’m panicking. I silently ran through the options, searching for the perfect play call. I knew what the right thing to do was, but I didn’t know how smoothly I could’ve slipped out of this predicament without causing more issues. More truthfully, I didn’t know if I was ready to take my finger out of this beautiful woman, I may never have this kind of chance with her again. Plus she and my girlfriend didn’t really know each other so there shouldn’t be many opportunities to bring this up.

I closed my eyes and arranged my face to how I think I look when I sleep, pretending to be operating autonomously, blissfully unaware I was with the wrong girl in the wrong bed. In my head it made sense, let Casey be the one to stop me and I can “wake up” in front of her, and everyone, to play it off best I can. In the worst case scenario, I rationalized I could blame it on the alcohol and lack of sleep while begging my girlfriend to understand this was a freak accident.

Nervousness cascaded down me the more I felt her adjust herself while my fingers continued to consistently plunged into her. She was becoming more wet so I went another knuckle deeper, keeping up this facade of being too drunk or sleepy to notice my mistake. A few more seconds go by and I’m mentally mapping out my response to her scream of horror, but it never happened. Instead, she started to take more control of her breathing, keeping her inhales and exhales from being too loud. I soon realized that she wasn’t going to stop me, which made my dick engorge even more and got me curious to how long she’ll let this go on for.

The bed rocked a little as I felt her slide her bottoms off. I started to wonder if she knew this was me or did she think I was someone else too? My curiosity begged me to take a quick look, but I didn’t want to spoil it now.

Keeping my eyes closed I laid flat on my back and switched to my other hand to please her. I felt her soft, warm hand run her fingers over my tip before meekly beginning to jerk me. I added another finger inside her and felt her hand tighten around my dick in response. She purred and exhaled as quietly as I’ve ever heard with my fingers pumping in and out of her faster. With her lips saturated in her own lube, my cock was begging me to try and get in her.

Keeping the charade up of being too drunk and sleepy, I rolled to my side again and felt her lift her leg just a bit bringing the head of my member to between her legs. No sooner than she angled it between her lips did my eyes cracked open. I saw her half-drunk, partially opened eyes, looking back at me while I attempted to measure out the right portion of shocked I needed to look. I remember the small smile she flashed right before I pushed myself in. I was acutely aware of the sensations of my head while slipping deeper into her, digging out my own nook inside. As a thin coat of her slick fluid was applied to my bone dry cock, I felt goosebumps run down me.

“In the dark, a hole is a hole,” some of my friends used to say, but I disagreed with the sentiment, each one felt different to me. Tightness, wetness, depth, ridges, hair, angles, speed, it all felt brand new with each hole I burrowed into and I was always excited at the opportunity to feel out a new one.

As I sunk in down to my base I settled into slow, deep thrusts that kept the noise down. My breathing stayed silent and my pace consistent while studying her face for clues of what she liked. When she reached to rub her clit I tried to pick up the tempo and watched her eyes roll back. She fought against moaning and scrunched her face tightly on occasion, while clenching the part of me inside her. I put my hand on her breast, and pinned her to the mattress, fucking her even faster now.

My own orgasm was beginning to build and the concerns I had for the rest of the room were fading fast. Casey looked surprised when I crawled right on top of her in missionary and slid my arms underneath her, wrapping my fingers around tops of her shoulders. Each thrust got harder and deeper, producing some unavoidable squeaks from the bed frame. Using her shoulders as leverage I pushed her torso down and into me each time I thrusted up, driving my average sized dick as deep as I could get and causing a low slap when her clit would hit my pelvis. Her hands gravitated to my ass, grabbing my cheeks and directing the rhythm I pumped with and each stroke I fucked her hole with made me care less and less about who could hear us.

The smell of sex started wafting up to my nose, which put me on the doorstep of release. I bent low and put my mouth to her ear, “I’m gonna cum,” I said as softly as I’ve ever mouthed anything. She nodded. I didn’t know what that meant, but it was almost too late by now. I kept attempting to split her in two when I felt my body begin slipping into nirvana.

The tingles started in my feet, then my knees and slid up my thighs before tickling my balls just right. My cock stood incredibly hard and spasmed, spewing cum out of me with force, covering her insides while I struggled to keep pace, the numbing sensation of bliss was in my belly and soon my chest, making its way to my skull, pulling out wasn’t even on my radar. Then came another, slightly less impactful flex of my member that pushed out even more of my white hot seed, surely covering any remainder of pink inside her pussy. Her hand slipped down to her clit and worked it fast before her head angled back and her back arched. Her face was beautifully distorted while she came again, riding the line of pleasure and pain, vigorously swaying her hand on her clit. My over-sensitive shaft never stopped pumping and was soon surrounded by a victorious flood of her liquids with my cock trickling the last bit of cum left in me.

I felt hot and out of breath as I let my orgasm wash out to sea and dreaded the feeling of separating myself from her. I soon did, and plopped down beside her, gazing into her emerald eyes before they rolled back in her head. She was grinning wide and then mimed a laugh of excitement, which I took as appreciation for our situation. We lied in bed for a bit more while my hands navigated her body, finding even more appreciation for how hot I’m suddenly realizing her to be. I mouthed “shh” to her and she nodded again when I got up and snuck back out of the room. No one moved and no one said anything to me, so the mystery of who saw us still remains. The sun was mostly over the horizon and I got back into the correct bed with my girlfriend still soundly asleep. My girlfriend broke up with me a few weeks later, unrelated to this, and my first thought was, “thank God I didn’t chicken out with Casey.”

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