Sucking off my sleeping friend

B was the sweetest guy I knew; kind sometimes to his own detriment. He was cute in a bookish sort of way, always kind of nervous but in a way that was endearing. I fully believe the only reason he had been single all this time was because of his shyness. I doubt we would’ve even become friends if it wasn’t for me hassling him in every class we had together the first year of college. I had an inkling he liked me, but didn’t want to scare him off; and regardless, I had fun teasing him while pretending like I didn’t know what I was doing. Brushing my boobs against his back as I squeezed through, or gripping his knee and moving my hand a bit too high while laughing. I thought it was so cute how red and flustered he got.

This specific incident, I woke up on his bedroom floor after we’d fallen asleep during one of our movie nights. He’d been sitting on the edge of the bed before, and was now passed out too, his bottom half still off the bed. Remnants of some dirty dream were floating through my mind, and I didn’t have to check to know that my panties were soaked. It wasn’t the first time I’d been woken up by a case of the midnight-hornies. Usually I would quietly take care of myself in the bathroom, or grind on my hand until I came and passed out again, but tonight, looking over at B’s sleeping body, I had an idea that gave me a delicious pit in my stomach just imagining it.

I simply rested my hand on his crotch at first; not moving, just feeling through the fabric of his sweatpants, and my stomach fluttered even more when I realized he wasn’t wearing underwear. I could feel the shape of his limp cock under my palm, warm and heavy.

My breathing getting heavier, I started moving my hand in a gentle grip, rubbing the shape of his dick through his pants. It didn’t take too long for him to start growing under my palm, and I alternated between mouthing at it through the fabric and massaging it while it got harder. I gazed at his sleeping face while I jerked him through his pants, his closed eyes, his deep breaths, those delicious lips that were slightly parted. I imagined how they’d feel wrapped around my clit, how his big hands would feel holding my legs open, and I felt my pussy drip even more.

I held my breath and started pulling down the waistband of his sweatpants. His half-hard cock slipped out, and I squeezed my legs together at the sight. It was fucking gorgeous. I flicked at the head with the tip of my tongue, lightly at first, then rubbed the entire tip back and forth. I felt him shift; he might have let out a moan but I was too focused on his cock to really notice. I considered the possibility of him waking up to find my mouth on his cock, and instead of being scared, it excited me even more. I imagined him blushing and shaking as he tried to understand what was going on, him moaning as I sucked harder…

Fuck it. I lowered my head and took him in my mouth, half of his length at first, focusing on how the soft skin of his dick felt against my tongue and the slight salty taste that was increasing the more I licked and suckled. I moaned involuntarily, using my spit to massage the base of his dick with both hands. I moved the pillow I had under my knees to between my legs, grinding down as I alternated between sucking him off and mouthing and licking at his delicious balls. I felt him move above me, a soft groan first, then I felt his hands on my head, brushing against my hair.

“W-what are you…” I cut him off by taking him down my throat, my eyes watering and smudging my old eyeliner I’d put on when I came over. He gasped, gripping my hair for support as I deepthroated him over and over, humping on the pillow between my legs the whole time. He was more than fully hard at this point, bouncing every time I popped him out of my mouth to lick his balls. He tried to speak again, and I shushed him, climbing on top of him and pressing my tits to his chest and my lips to his, my spit and his precum still on my mouth. We made out for a bit, until he pulled away, out of breath, his eyes still sleepy and his cheeks redder than I’d ever seen them. “I’ll cum just like this if you keep going” he groaned, and I smiled before turning around. I pulled my shorts all the way up so he could have a good view of the shape of my ass and pussy through the fabric, before taking his cock back into my mouth, my ass now in his face.

It didn’t take long for him to get close after that. I jacked him off with my throat and felt him jump in my mouth right before he came. Not wanting to spill a single drop, I pulled off his cock except the very tip; I wrapped my lips tight around his head and sucked the cum out of him as he shot it out, spurts of creamy saltiness on my tongue and filling my mouth. I swallowed it down hungrily, still sucking for more even after he was done and whining from overstimulation. I dragged my tongue along his entire cock, cleaning him up as he calmed down. When I was satisfied, I pulled his sweatpants back up over his now softening cock, tucked it in and gave it a kiss through the fabric before climbing over and collapsing on top of him. He was still catching his breath, as flushed as ever and could barely meet my eyes. I loved having that affect on him. And if what happened in future incidences was any indication, he didn’t mind it either.

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