first attempt at a story? [MF]

// hi! i’ve never really written anything before but i’ve always wanted to write abt some of my fantasies so here’s my first attempt at smth! hope you like it <3

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It’s just another day in quarantine and we’re on the couch watching yet another movie. I’m bored out of my mind because it was his turn to choose the movie and my thoughts wander easily. I’d been so bored lately I’d found myself masturbating too many times a day, but my pussy was constantly dripping wet and seeing him walk around the apartment shirtless or out of the washroom in only a towel definitely didn’t help my imagination.

He’s just my roommate so it’d probably be bad if anything were to happen, but I’ve been so damn horny lately I’m pretty sure I’m bound to throw myself at him sometime soon. Though I’m pretty sure I’d seen him eyeing my cleavage when I wore tank tops around, and I’d definitely seen some kind of bulge in his shorts.

I turn to look at him on the couch next to me, his focus completely on the movie. An idea begins to form in my head. I scoot closer to him, pretending to just be trying to get further under the blanket. I make sure to settle for a bit before I make my next move, wanting to seem focussed on the movie but all I can think about is setting my plan to start. Slowly, I creep a hand under the blanket towards him and settle it on his lower thigh. Innocent enough, right?

He looks over at me in question but upon seeing me focussed on the screen, turns back to the screen and pays no mind to my hand. I wait a couple moments before I move again, this time slowly dragging my hand towards his crotch. I stop at his upper thigh.

He looks over again now, more confused, but I don’t answer his gaze. I stare innocently at the screen, but I know he’s starting to know what I’m up to.

“Hey?” he asks tentatively.

“Hm?” I reply innocently as I look over at him with wide eyes before I turn back to the movie, dismissing him.

I wait a couple moments before I slowly resume, dragging my fingers over his crotch where I can feel his hard cock, waiting for me. It brings a slight grin to my face, knowing he’s gotten hard in anticipation of my touch. I drag a few fingers over the bulge in his shorts teasingly before looking up at him. He’s staring back at me, daring me to continue. I grin shyly back at him as he grabs ahold of my wrist.

“You’re in dangerous territory here. You sure you wanna start this?”

I stare back innocently. “Let me have my fun?”

I see him hesitate slightly, his brain obviously running through the possibilities but his cock evidently craving my touch. His slight nod encourages me as he loosens his hold on me and I slowly begin to stroke his cock through his shorts. The thin material of his shorts being the only barrier between his thick cock and my hand. I hear him stifle a groan as I gently rub over the tip of his cock which makes me pause and look up at him.

“Don’t stop. Please.” He sounds strained. I guess quarantine’s gotten everyone a bit on edge.

I get off the couch and move the blanket aside — from here I can clearly see the huge bulge in his shorts, and I can clearly feel the damp spot in my panties get significantly damper. I drag his shorts down and they pool at his feet as I see his eager cock pop out. I climb onto his lap, settling myself just in front of his hard-on as my hand continues to jerk him off slowly but surely. I’m gaining more confidence, focussed on handling his cock with my lip between my teeth when I look up at him to see his jaw clenched and eyes closed. Almost as if he feels my gaze, he opens his eyes, staring me down so intensely I feel like a deer caught in headlights as I continue to jerk his cock.

With one hand on him, the other begins to wander. I get into a steady rhythm on his cock as my other hand raises his shirt and feels around his clenched abs and smooth chest. I can feel how wet and sensitive my pussy is from the sight, sounds, and feeling of his body so close to mine and almost instinctively, my hips begin to rock gently. My clit grinds slightly against the fabric of my shorts. With his cock in hand between us, I fall onto his chest, grinding almost desperately for the friction, moaning into his ear lightly.

Before I know it, he’s grabbed me by the hips and thrown me down on the couch, hovering over me.

“My turn to have my fun with you.”

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gmimq7/first_attempt_at_a_story_mf