Cumming in my friend at a birthday party. [MF]

My girlfriend has been working out of state for four months and visits have been hard to schedule because of my job (thank the gods for Christmas and New Year’s), sexual frustration is running high and I’m in a cycle of reliving all my favorite memories. Trying to write down whichever one is bothering me on any given day to help me concentrate on things like work… and driving.
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It was my friend’s birthday party and she was doing dramatic readings of the horny messages she got on PlentyOfFish and OKCupid for the room. (Highlight: six paragraphs singing the praises of her beauty that ended with “I’d put a baby in your belly if you let me.”)

I leaned against the frame of a cased opening and Sarah was in front of me, leaning back into my chest. At one one message describing the promised volume of the author’s ejaculate Sarah started cracking up, turned into me and bit my left trap – hard. Like maybe leave a bruise if I wasn’t wearing a shirt hard.

“What the fuck.” She looked up and arched her eyebrow at me.

I stalked down the hall to the backyard to grab a smoke and she ran along with, when we got to the laundry room that opened to the patio she grabbed my hand to stop, and closed the door behind us.

“Why won’t you have sex with me?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Why didn’t you have sex with me the last time I was up here?”

“You have a boyfriend.” I was still mad but the energy had shifted by the way she asked.

“*Had* a boyfriend. I asked to sleep in your bed, was that not a hint?”

“I don’t know, I was drunk, you had a boyfriend, you left the door open when you came to bed. I didn’t think you wanted me to try anything.” (The reasons were a little more complicated than chivalry or cluelessness but they’re mostly irrelevant here.)

“I wanted you to fuck me.”

Sarah won the argument by guiding my hand under her dress, pushing me to cup her mound, feeling the heat radiating through satin panties. My annoyance was gone and instinct took over, I stared down into her eyes and traced her labia through the fabric. She rose on her toes to kiss me softly and I slid my hand inside the waistband. My thumb pressed on her clit, she was already wet and my middle finger slipped inside her without much resistance. She took my hand and cleaned herself off my finger and we came together hard, kissing, hands roaming.

Sarah was grabbing at my erection through my pants, squeezing and kneading as our tongues danced, my hands were on her back and then her butt and groping her breasts over the cotton sundress. She sighed and shivered as my mouth went to her earlobes and neck and I bit her trap – a little harder but I didn’t want to leave a full hickey.

She spun around and bent her to rest her hands on a counter poking her butt in the air at me with a wiggle. I lifted her dress, fingering her from behind standing a little to the side where I could feel her thigh against my dick as she moved and shifted. Her moans and yelps were getting louder and I almost put a hand over her mouth but her enthusiasm and the thought of people hearing her overruled that.

Grabbing a fistful of hair near the root to control her head, I spanked her without much force. “Yes, please.” I spanked her again, harder. “Mmmhmm.” One more. There was a pleading in her voice as she asked me again to fuck her.

I fumbled with my shorts and boxers, she pulled her panties down around her ankles and resumed her position. I teased her, wetting the head of my cock with her juices until she moaned again. Sarah reached between her legs with one hand pulling at my cock, trying to make the teasing stop.

“Go slow, please.” She was very tight and I started to thrust gently, easing in, pulling her back a step so that she was bent over straighter, giving me a better angle.

“Harder.” I picked up the pace and force, my hips banging into her, balls slapping, controlling her hip with one hand, the other wrapped in her blonde hair pulling back slightly. With each thrust she repeated “harder” and “yes” and I quickly felt my orgasm building.

“Where…”

“In me, all of it.” A few more deep thrusts and I couldn’t hold back and came deep in her pussy. We stumbled together a half step and I wrapped my arm around her waist steadying her as I softened and pulled out. She turned and we kissed again, panting and spent.

I found a small towel and Sarah cleaned up a little before she pulled up her panties. In one of the hottest moves I’d seen she took some of the cum that had started to drip and looked me dead in the eye as she licked it off her finger. We slipped out the back door to share an American Spirit and rejoined the party, getting a couple of looks, the birthday girl theatrically rolled her eyes at me. (Birthday girl might have been the ‘more complicated reasons’ mentioned above.)

When she got in bed that night she confessed that she wasn’t on birth control but the day and night were well worth spending $50 on Plan B the next morning.

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