12:34 am: “Are you still awake? Come take me out for a drink!” [m/f]

Friday nights were never my strong suit, honestly. I was always tired from the work week and never could bring myself to hit the town hard. This particular Friday night wasn’t much different – I had a beer with a coworker and then went home. I was in the process of brushing my teeth and getting ready for bed when my phone buzzed.

Alaina was texting me. This in itself was not unusual, we had been close friends for a while at this point. I had been harboring a crush on her for most of that time, as well.

Me, and pretty much every other guy who ever met her. She was 22, tall with a toned, athletic body from years of playing every sport under the sun; her breasts were tiny, small enough that she frequently wouldn’t even wear a bra in public (although I like them like that) but she brought some glorious curves through her hips. She had flowing golden hair that framed her infectious smile and a personality like sunshine. Bubbly and vivacious, she would hug strangers hello and dance the night away with anyone and everyone.

This made it difficult to get a read on her. She was so friendly and outgoing I could never tell if she was actually interested in me or if she was just giving me her default personality. I was 24, 6’1″ and about 200 pounds. My body had slipped somewhat from where it was before my desk job and eating too much fast food but I was still handsome enough – any extra weight I carried decently and had some muscle to keep me from looking sloppy. That night I had a few day’s worth of apathy stubble that was essentially a pre-beard.

She had just gotten home from a house party a few blocks from her but she wanted to go out dancing downtown. “I’m too tipsy to drive, can you take me?” This was no issue for me at all, I was stone cold sober. I hurried to get dressed and went to her apartment.

She lived alone… except for her roommate. Unsurprisingly, he greeted me at the door. I had met him plenty of times before but he had something to say to me today, almost knocking me over as he bolted out the door when I opened it.

This was Charlie, her colossal drool monster of a St. Bernard. I scratched his butt for a bit because Alaina was in the bathroom but she came out soon after. She was looking amazing, wearing a short teal sundress that showed off that hint of amazing curvature but then flowed freely with her body as she moved. She greeted me with a huge smile, a hug, and a hearty kiss on the cheek. “Hey you! Hi hi hi hi!” She landed a few more kisses on me.

“I’m so happy you came over! I’m a little tipsy as you might be able to tell… already traded in the heels for flats!” And she stuck her leg almost straight up in the air so I could see for myself that she indeed had changed into flats. Her dress rode high up her thigh but halted just before I caught a glimpse of anything.

She latched herself onto my arm and I walked her to my car. As we drove downtown, she told me about how she broke up with the guy she had been seeing earlier in the day and wanted to unwind. “Oh” I said, trying desperately not to sound too excited. “That’s too bad…”

We got to a nice classy downstairs bar/club that had a few dozen people enjoying the dance floor. I got us some drinks and then she grabbed my hand and guided me into the middle of the crowd. I’m not much of a dancer, especially when sober, but she had this infectious energy about her dancing that took me out of my shell. It was so uninhibited and flowing, her hips gyrating back and forth effortlessly. The entire time we were dancing, she was looking at me, gazing into my eyes and watching my movements. There is something unbelievably sexy about a woman who can’t stop focusing on you.

There were a few moments where she got tired and she drooped into my arms, slowly gyrating while latched onto me. It took everything in my power not to impale her with my erection while she was doing this, but I don’t think she minded.

When we left the club at 2, I went to put my arm around her but she pulled away. “Nuh uh” she said and I could feel my smile drooping for a moment. “Turn around.” She then grabbed my shoulders and forced me to face away from her.

She took a running start and leaped up onto my back, latching her legs around my waist. “Giddyup!” She laughed, giving me a hearty slap on the ass. “I hope my ass isn’t showing!” Strangers who passed us on the street laughed and smiled as she made loud proclamations about being Queen from her perch.

We got back to her apartment and, truthfully, I told her I had to piss like an actual racehorse. Not the sexiest thing I could have said, but she invited me inside anyway. After I finish up she goes to the bathroom too and I lay down on her bed, cuddling with Charlie. I figured it was a good enough excuse to be laying there.

She comes out of the bathroom and pulls her dress over her head in one easy motion. The reveal is always my absolute favorite part. I had seen her in a bikini before but there is something uniquely more intimate about seeing someone in just their underwear. Alaina had on a plain flesh colored bra and tiny black thong panties. “Sorry I’m not feeling very modest right now” She said. “Yeah,” I replied, blatantly rolling over to watch her, “I’m not complaining over here.”

Much to my dismay, she then covered back up with a long T-shirt. Through some impossible wizardry, she took off her bra underneath the shirt (is this some skill girls learn in school?)

She turned on the TV and there were reruns of the Office on. Then she jumped into bed and snuggled in next to me, her head resting on the upper left side of my chest. My chest space was at a premium as Charlie was blanketing the right side of my chest. It was incredibly hot. No, not that way – I was boiling.

“I’m boiling. If you’re in your underwear it’s only fair that I get to be too.” Alaina looked up at me, grinning and nodding. I managed to dislodge Charlie and took off my shirt and my jeans, but pulled the covers up over my waist because I didn’t want to reveal just how excited I was yet. I could tell there would be spots of precum all over the front of my boxer briefs.

She started alternating between running her fingers through my chest hair and idly intertwining her fingers with mine. We laid there for a few minutes half watching the TV. Just as I was about to actually make the move you all are screaming at me to make, Charlie got up and went to the front door. “Ugh, right now Charlie?” she asked as she sat up, rubbing her eyes. I enjoyed the view as she got up to let him out, the T-shirt just barely covering the bottom of her ass. My heart was racing at this point, sitting there just waiting for her to come back. That feeling of sickening anticipation is simultaneously the best and worst stomach butterflies you can have.

Alaina came back inside and Charlie raced to transfer all of the contents of his water bowl onto the floor, while getting a few drops in his mouth. It must have cooled off outside because her nipples were making a valiant effort to escape through the front of her white shirt.

“You look cold. Let me warm you up a bit.” I said. She nodded vigorously and sprang into bed, burying herself in my arms as deeply as she could go. I held her there for a few minutes, then pulled back to look into her eyes.

Alaina was staring back at me. For the first time since I had known her, her trademark confident smile was missing. Was she more nervous than I was?

I leaned in and kissed her deeply. She reached out and reciprocated by grabbing the back of my head and pulling me in even closer. I took the opportunity to feel every contour of her body, running my hands up and down her torso, gently caressing her breasts, running my hands down to her legs but stopping just before I reached her groin.

Alaina paused our kiss and stood over me on the bed. The smile was back, and it was more mischievous this time. She pulled the shirt over her head and I finally got to see her beautiful, tiny, perky breasts in all their glory. She looked down at me expectantly. I figured out what she wanted without her having to say anything – I reached up and gently pulled her panties to the ground, revealing her completely shaved mound, and she kicked them away.

I paused the moment as long as I possibly could to create a mental snapshot for myself, focusing as hard as I could on all the details of her body. I was seeing her from an interesting angle, directly below her and gazing up. This made her look even taller than she already was and she was already intimidatingly sexy.

Then she sat down. I was going to go down on her anyway, but I guess she didn’t want to leave it up to choice. She was incredibly wet already and her juices slopped onto my face. I licked valiantly and she leaned over me, already seemingly close to an orgasm.

Charlie barged into the room, perhaps concerned by her moans of pleasure, and bounded onto the bed. She un-straddled me and we both laughed for a minute as we tried to calm Charlie down. She dragged him out of the room and shut the door. I took the opportunity to free my poor confined penis and threw my boxer briefs into the pile on the floor.

When she came back and saw that I was already naked, her face dropped a bit. “I wanted to do that.” She said. “Guess I will just have to tease it a bit to make up for it.”

She grabbed my penis and began stroking it slowly. We contorted our bodies so that I could get my fingers into her as well and we spent a few minutes alternating between stroking one another and passionately kissing, rubbing our hands all over each others’ bodies.

I could feel her building up to orgasm. Her grip on my penis loosened and she couldn’t concentrate on stroking it any longer. This didn’t matter to me, I would be able to get off later. I moved her hand away and immediately went back down on her, teasing her clit with my tongue and gently massaging her with my fingers.

I knew she was about to cum when her leg started shaking uncontrollably, nearly smacking me in the head as it vibrated. “Oh fuck!” She yelled and squeezed my body with all the might she could muster.

I pulled away and she flopped backwards in exhaustion, brushing her hair out of her eyes. “Oh fuck… oh fuck” she kept repeating, as she absent-mindedly resumed stroking my penis.

After a minute she rolled over and grabbed a condom from the drawer on her nightstand. “I think it’s time” she said, grinning once more.

I got on top of her and guided my penis inside. She was still soaking wet and it glided in with almost no resistance. As I was thrusting, I took a moment to take another snapshot of the scene. Her perfume was mixing with the smell of sex in the air and it was such a perfect combination. I looked at the half-focused, half ecstatic eyes of Alaina as she rocked her hips in rhythm with me. I watched as her taut body barely jiggled at all with each motion, just her tiny breasts bouncing with gentle waves.

While I was focusing on trying to remember, she locked her legs around me with the same vice-like grip she used while riding on my back around town a few hours ago. She started rolling to the side, as a hint to me.

I picked up on it and the next motion we flipped together without disconnecting, an incredibly athletic feat that I have to pretty much give full credit to my partner on. She was now on top, her powerful hips gyrating on me while it was my turn to lay back in ecstasy.

I alternated between keeping my hands on her hips and reaching up to caress her breasts. I caught my breath a little bit and started working back in rhythm with her from the bottom. She moaned loudly and we kept speeding up, both of us nearing orgasm.

Finally, I couldn’t take it any more. My penis began twitching in orgasm, getting ready to burst. I am not sure if she felt it too, but I felt the inside of her vagina squeeze me. I let out a gasp as I exploded, my penis firing ropes into the condom, completely in sync with the contractions of her vagina. Her leg shook violently again.

She collapsed on top of me, grinning stupidly. We laid like that for a few minutes before resuming our previous cuddling configuration and both of us blissfully nodding off to post-orgasm sleep.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/52p3nr/1234_am_are_you_still_awake_come_take_me_out_for