Steph woke up with a terrible headache and fewer memories than she’d like. There had been a club. And a guy. And then… she didn’t know.
She was naked, but alone. Her clothes were in a mess at the end of the bed, but other than that it seemed undisturbed. There wouldn’t be any awkward trying to remember names.
*There wasn’t any fucking, either.*
Groaning to herself, Steph crawled out of bed and pulled on pyjama shorts and an old t-shirt, her stomach rumbling out for breakfast. Cautiously, she made her way downstairs, to find an abandoned kitchen. That suited her just fine. She needed coffee first. And water. A lot of water.
She was sat at the table with some toast when Jack came down. Something seemed off about him- he was walking slowly, like he didn’t want to get to the kitchen at all. Steph looked at him and muttered out a “Good morning.”
Jack gave a distracted “Hey.” He poured his own coffee, glancing over at Steph, and she remembered.
*We haven’t spoken since what happened yesterday…*
She was feeling a bit too hungover for that conversation, but she didn’t want things to be weird between her and Jack. She sighed.
“Everything okay?” She asked. Jack gave her a strange look, sitting down across the table from her, and then a stranger question:
“Do you remember much of last night?”
Steph’s memory was returning. She’d found a guy, started dancing with him, and then, after a long buildup, he’d… left? But she couldn’t think what that had to do with Jack.
“Some of it…” Steph kept her voice cautious.
“Do you remember texting me?”
*Shit. You drunk texted him. What did you do?*
Steph reached for her phone, quickly pulling up her texts with Jack. He just watched, waiting. The conversation loaded in; four messages, sent just after 2am.
“Hryy u up?”
This was followed by a mirror selfie of her in what looked like the toilets of a club, winking at the camera. The straps of her dress had been pulled down, and her tits were fully out.
“I’ll suck your DICK ?”
Then, after five minutes with no reply.
“Okay fuckk yiuuuuu”
Steph was horrified. Embarrassed. A little turned on. She buried her head in her hands. Jack came over and sat at the little table.
“I’m guessing you don’t remember, then.”
Steph shook her head. Jack reached out a hand and touched her shoulder.
“It’s alright. We’ve all done dumb things while drunk.”
She looked up at him, his face suddenly full of concern, and smiled. “Yeah. Though it’s not like you haven’t already seen my boobs.”
Now it was Jack’s turn to blush. “Well, I…” His eyes flicked away from her. She followed them to the phone, where the picture of her tits was still open. She smiled.
“Like what you see?”
Jack blushed even harder, looking back at her. “Sorry. I don’t-”
“It’s alright. I know they can be… distracting.” She tried to make eye contact, but Jack’s gaze veered away. He nodded.
*This is going to be awkward. I don’t know how to stop that.* Steph thought for a moment. Maybe it was just her vagjna talking, but she did have one idea. One very dumb idea. *All or nothing.*
Jack tried his best not to look at her tits. It was surprisingly tough. She was wearing quite a small shirt, and he thought he could see her nipples, so no bra. And he’d seen what was underneath. He’d had to stop himself looking again a lot this morning.
Steph gave him a slightly coy smile. “You know, that picture isn’t great quality. You could get a better look.”
Jack nearly dropped his coffee. Was she offering…?
“Oh?” He said, trying to keep the excitement out of his voice. Without warning, she pulled her shit up, exposing her toned stomach and letting her tits fall out. They bounced ever so slightly. Jack’s mouth fell open. Here nipples *were* hard, poking out towards him. Steph giggled a little and shook them side to side. It was mesmerising.
He felt Steph’s hand on his, lifting it from the table. She smiled and brought it to her breast, his palm squishing the soft flesh. He curled his fingers round, feeling her. Under the table he could feel himself getting hard.
“I…” Jack spoke to broke the silence, but he didn’t have anything to say. Steph grinned.
“You like what you feel?” Steph’s foot was touching Jack’s shin. It was cold, slowly creeping up towards his knee. Jack swallowed.
“Yeah. I-” Steph cut him off by suddenly pulling away. Her top fell back over her breasts, and for a moment he thought he’d done something wrong as she just stood there and looked at him. But then she pushed her dirty blonde hair out of her face and dropped to the floor, crawling under the table. Before he could even react, her hands were on his thighs, her on her knees looking up at him sat in the chair. One hand ran up to his cock, a firm grip curling around it. His breath all seemed to leave at once, Steph beaming up at him. Her smile was almost innocent, but her eyes were anything but.
“Want me to keep my promise?” She said. It took him a moment to remember the text.
*This is a bad idea. A really, really bad idea.*
Her hand stroked slowly along his dick.
*This is definitely gonna make everything weird.*
Her tits had felt so perfect.
*You cannot let this happen.*
And her eyes were so dirty…
“Please.” He said, barely a whisper.
It was all Steph needed. A grin split her face, and she undid his trousers, tugging at his waistband. His boxers went with them, and his cock sprang out almost at full mast already, nearly hitting her in the face. She giggled. She felt like she did that a lot when she got horny, but guys seemed to like it. Helped her seem innocent.
Gripping the bottom of Jack’s cock and licking almost from base to tip, mouth wide open with glee and eyes full of lust, probably didn’t. She heard him tapping the table over her head, the pleasure moving through his body. Lips puckered, she lightly kissed the tip, then moved her head down, keeping her lips tight as she sucked on the head. Jack moaned, and she pulled up again to look at him. His head came forward and he looked down, smiling. Steph gave a playful, slow stroke up his cock, and bit her lip.
“You want it? You want me to suck your dick? Want to fuck my dirty mouth?”
Jack nodded. He looked so cute. So helpless. It was so easy to get men like this. And so fun. She opened her mouth and leaned forward, taking his cock in deep. She was a little over half the way down when she felt it press the back of her mouth. Jack was moaning overhead, but she focused on his dick. A slight moan herself, and she slid down even further, feeling his cock throb against her tongue. She held there for a second and then pulled back, leaving him rock hard and glistening with her spit. As she slid off, a chain of spit stayed with her mouth, trailing down and coming down over her shirt. Jack stared down at it, clearly mesmerised. Steph sighed, then reached down and pulled the shirt off, her tits popping free once more. Grabbing Jack’s penis again, she started jerking him off, quickly, her spit acting as lube. She shook from side to side a little, letting him see her boobs move. Then, all of a sudden, there was a hand on the back of her head, pushing her forwards. *Oh, it’s like that now, is it?* Steph took his cock in to her throat again, the hand providing a little pressure forwards. She started bobbing up and down quickly, one hand still holding him in place at the base. Her other hand drifted down and in to her pyjama shorts. Pushing the loose material to the side, she touched a finger to her slit. She moaned, involuntarily sliding further down his cock. Jack’s hand tightened to a fist full of her hair, and he moaned out loud. She slid back up and off, going back to stroking while she caught her breath. Her finger brushed her clit and she squeezed the tip of his cock, a bead of white precum emerging. Her tongue darted forwards, lapping it up.
“Fucking hell.” He whispered. She grinned.
“You like it when I take you cum?” She asked him, staring right in to his eyes. He smiled.
“Yeah.”
Steph leaned in and licked around his head again. “Good. Because I like it too. I like the taste. I like the feeling of a thick cock cumming in my mouth. I like to swallow it, and hear you moan as my throat squeezes you. I want you fucking cum so bad. Are you gonna give it to me?”
She’d been building up her stroking, but now she stopped, staring at him, waiting for an answer, fingers curled around his cock. It was so hard now she thought it might explode, the veins popping out. She may have exaggerated her love of cum a little, for effect. But only a little.
“Fuck yeah.” Jack breathed. “Please.”
Steph beamed up at him. Her eyes seemed to glisten as she did. Then again, she was covered in her own spit, so the bottom half of her face also seemed to glisten. She leaned forward and took his cock down, her tongue swirling on the underside. She bobbed up and down, his hand on her head. He didn’t want to be too forceful and make her stop, but also, he’d nearly cum last time she went deep. She was clearly well practiced. *I see why that other guy was making so much noise.*
Steph moaned, her head sliding down. Jack’s fist tightened around her hair, as, an inch from the base of his penis, she swallowed, the vibration moving through his cock.
“Fuck. Fuck I’m gonna cum.”
That just enthused Steph even more. She bobbed up and then back down again, once.
Jack let out a long, loud moan.
Twice.
His other hand, just resting on the table, balled in to a fist. He could feel the orgasm, about to burst.
Thrice.
Jack’s head fell back over his shoulder, glancing over to the stairs, where Martha was standing, mouth agape.
*Martha!*
Steph’s head went down again and he burst, load erupting in to her mouth. Dutifully, she stayed down under the table, swallowing as his penis throbbed out his orgasm. His hand held her in place, his eyes staring at the shy girl who’d just come down the stairs and watched him cum in their roommate’s mouth.
“Oh my god!” Martha said loudly. Her mouth opened like she was about to say something else, and then she turned and ran right back upstairs. Steph pulled off Jack’s rapidly deflating cock as she did, hitting her head on the table in her hurry.
“Fuck!” She screamed, cum falling from her mouth on to her tits and the kitchen floor. Jack was already pulling his pants back up.
“Shit shit shit. She totally saw us. Fuck.”
“Alright, alright!” Steph rubbed the back of her head. Jack took in the sight of her, eyes panicked, face winced with pain, but chin and tits covered in spit and cum. It was a weird mix. She looked up at him, and licked her bottom lip. It didn’t get rid of much of it.
“Can you get me some ice or something?” She asked.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ijmbmj/horny_housemates_part_iii_mf_oral
holy fucking yum