“Ding dong”
That startled me out of my fairly toxicated sleep, and was amplified by the sharp sun rays piercing through the window, directly in my eyes.
You spring out of the bed to get the door, after all it’s your house, and shut the bedroom door as you leave. After a hectic week, talking and drinking for the entire night and an hour of sleep, I am too exhausted to care and slip back in my dream; the sun though is annoying. Lying on my back, my white blouse tucked neatly in my pants, hugging neatly at my flat belly, and stretched out at my bra caged tits. Rim of the top’s neck started right around where my cleavage ended; but the sun, created a shadow that made my bra, my hard nipple, and the valley in between very evident.
You come back in lean over my side, I can feel you leaned over, a little less than a foot away, looking at me. I hesitate from opening my eyes, and fiddle slightly out if the awkwardness. Then you do something unexpected, you gently slide your hand over my belly and roll me towards you, pulling me closer, with your arm around me but not close, yet. We have been close before, grab around the back, stroke on the thighs and neck, peck on cheek, etc. I’m thick, and I know you like it, you find ways to grab me around. But never like this, never this close. Though annoyingly, I still know it’s nothing sexual, you wouldn’t do anything beyond it.
I, though, have neatly tucked my face right around your cheek and neck. My hand gently holds your face and I can feel your light stuble. I also know you can feel my warm breath all over your neck, making you fiddle, but my arm gently wrapping you keep you tight. I look down, and my boobs are stacked out, my nipples are out of my bra but still shielded by the top, the translucent top. That’s when I notice you peeping. But this time, not awkwardly, but firmly you lift my head and put an arm below it, pulling me closer with your other hand, atleast now my tits arent in your sight. But God, you start stroking and massaging my neck under my hair, and I just hold on to you tighter. The harder you stroke my neck, the more i can’t help but dig my nails into your back occasionally sliding it down slowly on your back. My other hand, is still cupping your face firmly but now you feel the warmth from my lips on your cheeks.
You are enjoying this, I know, but I still don’t understand why?!! Reminding me of my boundaries, emphasizing “we’ll never be” and then within 6 hours making me vulnerable like this.
While I was too mesmerized by your finger work, your hand has made it’s way in my top, not sure when you pulled it out of my pants. I specifically tucked it in because you always found a way around my waist, and boy it’s a trigger. Well you’re in now here, coming put only once to slide over my arse and pull me in closer, and pulling one of my leg on top you, and positioning yours between mine, spreading me wider. After there’s not an inch between us sliding your hand right back in my blouse, stroking my back with your cold hands, occasionally rimming the edge of my trousers.
It’s killing me, a light wind blow can kill me.
I have my arms around your neck and in your hair now, I like your messy curls, always did. But your face is now between my tits, you are doing something, biting? Licking? Something… and I instantly regret giving you the access. More when your hands around my waist has slid my top higher than my bra. Every ‘something’ and stroke makes me pull in closer to you, and the boner makes it even more pleasant.
You’ve had your fun, I gasp and slide my lips above yours, slightly brushing them, stretching out and sitting up, out of your grab. You are shocked, I head to the washroom.
“Let’s wake up”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/omxr05/fm_platonic_part_1