A large group of teenagers fresh out of their first year of college driving into the woods across the state, would seemingly be a terrible idea. Drunk in the middle of the woods seemed like an even worse idea. But, with a large cabin and hours of driving, they all managed to make it work.
The hours were starting to take a toll on him. Not the driving but, her. They ended up having to drive together, one on directions while the other one drove. It wasn’t like anything happened with their friends in the back but, it was enough for now. It was the rest of the nights he was worried about. They ended up in the attic in the two smallest rooms with a shared bathroom but, they were also the only ones who did not have to share a bed.
She had worn those spandex biker shorts and a short tight top with thin straps while she drove for most of the day. He could see everything if he had the right angle and the shamelessness. The slope of her tits, the curve of her lips, and watching her get out of the car. Fuck. She kept a large zip up hoodie and a pair of baggy jeans in her backpack if she wanted to cover up but, on some scenery stops, she didn’t and it took all his concentration to not ogle her body. The small gap of light between her thighs when she bent down ever so slightly. *Fuck I want to- no absolutely not,* he had to stop himself and just shifted himself while they looked out and pointed out the scenery.
They finally had some down time as everyone came in and he finally managed to get a few minutes for himself. He left the hours of soft and growing frustration go, thinking about his friend in angles he knew he’d never get to see. The young man had his hand around himself pulling and tugging wishing it was her velvety warms against his length. The fact that she was downstairs, the closest she’s ever been while he’s touched himself, made him all the more excited. To slip his fingers between his lips while she spoke, to press himself against her hips, watching her part his mouth while kneeling for him. The fantasy of her mouth parted against his tip ran on repeat in his head.
*Fuck*, he was barely able to catch everything. The warm white fluid filled his palm, he quickly grabbed tissues and cleaned up. *Shit, shit, shit*, alarms ran through his head. He wanted to bang his head against the wall. Five nights, he just had to control himself for five nights and not try to get caught in a house full of people. He had confidence in himself until everyone changed into evening wear. Her bare legs fully exposed, her light blue shorts barely visible under a large hoodie, hair up and as dangerous as ever.
It only got worse from there. It wasn’t like she was the only one exposed, she was just the only one he saw. Tight shorts while hiking, going up stairs with a sundress on, bikini clad and dripping wet, just a towel in his room, his fantasies were filling the cabin and spilling over. Then came the nights, drinking and the few who smoked. They were rarely under the influence together and she always been friendly but, he hopes the pillow on his lap didn’t give him away too much. Then it was his turn to let loose.
Three shots in and he had to excuse himself. His belt was already undone by the time he reached the second flight of stairs since once out of view he immediately started feeling himself through his pajama bottoms. “Fuck,” he hisses under his breath as he finally reaches the empty attic. The young man didn’t hesitate to take his pants off and bolt for the bathroom. The alcohol was starting to get to his head, when he sat down and sunk into the mattress. The sound of his breath was the only thing he could hear and the panting turned to small moans.
Tipsy and horny, he was barley able to hold back his noises. His face was buried in a pillow and he didn’t hold back. Her body infatuated him. Riding him, touching her, his fantasies watching the possibility run over and over again in his head. She was filling his mind and falling out of his mouth. The momentary tenseness before bliss comes quickly. Euphoria from a drunken orgasm shocked his body as his hips bucked into his hand. *Holy shit*, he was still panting as he tried his best to not let any of it get on his sheets. The tight pressure was still there comfortably rested under his navel, the heat of his arousal just warming his inner thighs. He wanted more but, it would have to do for now.
Hastily he cleaned up and headed back downstairs, the orgasm would have to do until they all went to bed and by then he’d probably be asleep as well. The young man settled back down onto the sectional. Moments laters, he watched her walk down the stairs. *oh shit* he thought to himself and then she start walking towards him. *Fuck. I’m fucked, there’s no way she didn’t hear me*. How did he not hear her? There’s no way. She sat next to him and he immediately recognized the familiar scent of her perfume.
“Did you smoke?” She nods and smiles at him before sitting down.
“Can we cuddle?” She asks softly, and motioned to the large blanket she had with her. He nods and her legs pivot onto his lap before reaching out to hold onto his arm. The warmth of her chest against his biceps, her knees in his chest, feeling her body rest against him while their friends settled into their own conversations. Their voices were soft for how close together they were and the night drew on. They both fall into a light sleep and wake up to the shock of darkness then the blinding light of a white television screen.
Her body jolts awake and the slight sudden shift wakes him. “Oh shit,” she breaths out sleepily. *Oh shit*, he could feel his heart beat immediately quicken as a familiar tension started to pull at his crotch. He sharply inhales and she sits up a bit straighter. “You okay?”
He glances down at her, her hands only loosely on his forearm. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he nods. They settle back down but, this time it was a bit different. His erection started growing right between her calves and thighs, *there’s no way, she can feel it.* At first it was fine but, the situation very quickly grew. Everything was fine then they shifted at the same time.
“Oh shit,” he curses, her gaze was blaring holes into his skull.
When he finally looked her in the eye, she quietly asked, “I won’t move if you don’t want me to.” *Wait, what?* “I heard you upstairs,” *oh fuck* “you can just ask me next time if you want.” *oh fuck*
The familiar look she had when she became flirty except this time, he couldn’t see the joke in her smoldering look. The silence between them was filled by the background audio as they just stared at each other for a moment, wordlessly trying to figure it out. “Me, wait you’re serious,” he whispers. She nods.
She leans into him, her soft breasts pressed against his bicep. “So, can I touch you like this?”
“Yeah,” His words were accompanied with a small nod. She watched as she guides his hands over her breasts and pulls down the fabric of the low cut top. Soft flesh filled his palm as he gently cupped her breast before softly squeezing. He could feel her ribs expand from the sensation. He glanced around the room then back down at their position. She was right, they wouldn’t even be able to see but, he wanted to see more.
The hand that rested on her shins slowly slid up and between her knees. He could feel her breath change. “Can we go upstairs, please?” Her words were quiet and breathy. The young man nods. Wordlessly, she pulled her top back on before she slowly started to unravel from the large blanket that covered them. The movie kept rolling and the few still away chimed in quiet goodbyes as they managed to get away.
“Should we talk about this?” He says immediately out of ear shot. She was still holding onto his arm as they made their way to the top of the staircase.
“Yes but, that doesn’t have to be right now.” Her arms guides them back into his room. “Unless you want to,” she lets go of his arm and steps away as he closes the door. She was in those light blue shorts again, except this time they were slipping off. The throbbing was almost instantaneous watching her cloths fall to the floor.
“I don’t,” he assures, reaching for her waist as he approaches her, pushing their legs against the side of the bed. She didn’t hesitate to sit down, her face painfully close to his body the entire way down.
The woman smiles up at him, her hands innocently resting against his waistband. “Can I see?” Her face was so close he swore he could feel her breathing against the fabric. He doesn’t say anything and wordlessly guides her hand, pulling down his waistband. She didn’t move even when the pants came off, he really could feel her breath this time.
Her eyes looks up at him as she leaned in and started to kiss the base of his shaft. He could hear and feel his own pulse while he watched his fantasies unfold. “Fuck,” he stutters as she pulls back his foreskin for the first time before following with her tongue. The young man has to hold back his groaning and stopped himself from shoving himself into her mouth. “Please,” he pants out.
The young woman pulls her head back and lets go of him. “Sit down,” she motions to the spot next to her and moves into the bed. She wasted no time and was on top of him moments after he sat down. Her legs were split on either side of him and straddling his hips. He could feel the wet heat from her pussy against his shaft as she gently rolled her hips.
“Can we please fuck,” his words sounded less than polite with his hands gripping her hips to grind up against her harder. His voice was muffled in her chest but she heard him. She could feel him, his tip rubbing against the lips of her entrance. The next time he passed over, the woman used her hand to guide him into her. His hand gripped against her body as she too held onto his shoulders as he slipped inside her.
They were both gasping from just being inside each other. But once they had settled, she started to move. It felt like he was suffocating inside her, her walls clinging onto him while she bounced up and down. He knew he wasn’t going to last long and he barely managed to tell her before she buckled down, letting him finish inside of her. “Wait,” he pushes her hips back down before she’s able to move off him. “Can you ride me while you finish?”
She sit back onto him and blinks a few times in surprise. “Are you sure?”
He nods. “I want to watch,” he glances down, his hand grazing her clit. “Tell me how,” his fingers ran up and down the length of her clit. She situated herself and started to enjoy the friction from his fingers before she started rocking her hips ever so slightly. It didn’t take long from there. Hearing her moan out his name urged him to buck into her, the sudden change welcomed into her gyrating hips. Watching her body against his, her pussy on display while she came on his cock, the way her hand clung onto his arm while her back arched. Her words, his name, all quietly moaned and desperately begged out while the intense tight pulsation against his cock squeezed the most out of him.
The momentary high left her resting against him, his cock still inside her as they were both still too sensitive to move. “I’ve wanted you for so long,” he admits glancing down at her in his chest.
“Me too,” she looks up at him and places a kiss on the top of his cheek before she starts to slip off him. “I will be right back,” the woman makes a beeline for the bathroom and disappears leaving him alone. He could hear her rush around before returning a few moments later. Her body completely nude standing in the door way.
He would’ve expected to watch her pickup her clothes and leave but, instead she just climbed back into bed with him. Neither of them wanted to unravel the conversation now and just enjoyed the shared warmth for the night. They left the consequence of the clothing trail for their morning selves to deal with. The shared anxiety of “do you think they heard us” was given a few hours before the final verdict and quelled by the excitement they had to for waking up next to one other.
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