Summer 2015 was a professional cocktease. I had moved back home to live with my parents after attending professional school over 2000 miles away. With my degree in hand and a string of failed interviews behind me, I was in the unenviable position of being 26 years old with no income and no assets. There was no way for me to afford rent and the concept of taking a job outside of my field was, at the time, wholly unpalatable. I travelled a lot for different interviews with what meagre funds I did possess, but my days were typically spent around the house, on my laptop. Each potential job seemed to mock me with its perks and starting salary in a thoroughly sadistic way.
I sought out social events like a Sahara marathoner would water. It became a fun game to see how much fun I could have with as little money as possible. Reconnecting with friends was fun and I was honestly moved at how many had seemed to genuinely miss me while I had been away for school. One of these was Alexa, a friend that I had met at a party about two years previously. We had hit it off during our first meeting and it seemed to me at the time that there was undeniable chemistry. Later in the evening, I learned that she had a boyfriend and adjusted my expectations accordingly. Still, she was a blast to spend time with and I was glad to have her as a pal.
The chemistry never quiet dissipated, though. Text message and Facebook messenger conversations had undeniably flirty undertones. Past sexual experiences (both glorious and mortifying) were shared, along with candid descriptions of what we both looked for in partners. There were times when the line between friendly banter and daring flirting was blurred; at other times, it seemed not to exist. I pursued other interests and flings while I was away at school, but I always looked forward to chatting with Alexa and hearing what she was up to.
You probably did not come here to read endlessly about background context, so I’ll try and get to the point. With my parents on one of their many, multiweek trips, care of the household fell to me in August 2015. Besides being a careful and prudent homesitter, I pride myself on the parties that I throw. Why should this summer be any different? I invited 30 or 40 people to a houseparty. About 20 or so ended up attending. Alexa had told me, a few days before the party, that she and her long-distance boyfriend had been having some trouble and had both decided that it was time for a break. The news tickled me a bit, but I had been dating someone for a couple months and did not wish to hurt anyone.
Instead, providence intervened. The day before the party, the girl that I had been seeing announced suddenly that she had accepted a job at a location located about 6 hours away from our town. She similarly told me that, while it had been fun, she was not interested in pursuing a long-distance arrangement and did not want feelings to develop in the few weeks that were left between her announcement and her departure. I was honestly a little gutted, but realized with hindsight that it was the correct, mature decision for her to make.
I would not be lonely for long. I picked up Alexa at the train station near my house at about 9 PM on the evening of the party. She was dressed in highrise jean shorts and a black top that was cut diagonally longer on one side than the other. The shorter side of her top left part of her waist bare and exposed. A sheer piece of fabric ran through the front of her top and provided an ample view of her midrift and the bottom of her breasts. She was tall, with a curvy body, dark brown hair, emotive eyes and a big smile. Alexa had a fair complexion and wonderfully creamy skin. She smiled at me as she hopped in the car and kidded me for parking so far away.
The party went well and my guests enjoyed themselves. Drinks flowed liberally, nachos were consumed and many laughs were shared. I did my best to play attentive host while also enjoying the atmosphere. A few of my guests were out-of-towners who would be spending the night. As the festivities drew to a close, I bid my farewells to the attendees and prepared my room and the living room for those that would be staying the night. As I bustled about, Alexa walked up and baldly told me that she would need a place to crash as well, since the last train out to her neighbourhood had already departed. I pretended to be a little put out, but really I was excited. The rest of my overnight guests accommodated, I led Alexa upstairs and gave her a choice. A full sectional couch in an upstairs sitting room where she would have a lot of room and total privacy…or next to me in my parent’s queen sized bed. Without hesitation and in a surprisingly casual tone, she told me that she preferred to be where I was. I felt an excited tingle run through my body and terminate at my cock.
We partially undressed and got into bed. I’ve no idea why you’d want a description of me, but for the sake of completedness: I’m 6 feet tall, leanly built, with brown hair, green eyes and a lanky layout. I stripped down to my boxers and slid into the left side of the bed. Alexa kicked off her shorts and settled in beside me, wearing the black top and a pair of dark blue, thong panties. I did not make an immediate move, wondering if all of this was simply too good to be true. Alexa picked up the slack on that account, scooting over next to me and nuzzling her face into my neck. I slid an arm around her and began caressing the part of her neck that her shirt left exposed. We sat there contentedly for a few minutes before she turned her head and kissed my lips.
I kissed back, tentatively and with an almost probing intent. Incredible as it may seem, I wasn’t sure where this was going or if I should even be doing this when her relationship was on a seemingly temporary hiatus. Hormones quickly took over and we were soon grunting and moaning, hands fumbling wildly through the blankets against each other’s bodies. I was desperate, despite my reservations, to have my hands all over her. Fighting against the passion, I pulled back and took a breath.
“What? What’s the matter?”
“Your boyfriend, that whole thing…are you sure you want to be doing this?”
She rolled her eyes, as if annoyed and somewhat relieved that this was the reason that I was pulling back. She snaked her arm around my neck and pulled my ear to her lips.
“I’m sure, but thanks for asking.”
The next few minutes were a whirlwind of kissing, sucking and biting. Alexa whispered in my ear that I should be gentle with her…before climbing atop me and straddling me. She arched her back, lifted her arms and pulled her shirt off. I slithered my arms up her bare body, reached behind and unclipped her bra. Her full breasts were but partially illuminated by the streetlight coming through the slats covering the window. I used my hands to see them, kneading them gently and tweaking her small, pink nipples as she threw her head back. I’ll never forget this moment – her perched over me and my hands exploring her soft, warm body – we were almost frozen in time.
I pulled her back down beside me, mouth covering hers. I sunk my teeth into her neck, her shoulders and the top of her chest. Alexa had no qualms about our volume. She moaned, yelped and pleaded for more with seemingly no anxiety about being overheard. I later found out from my downstairs guests that the walls alone had not been near enough to muffle our escapades. Soon, we were both completely naked. I trailed a hand between our bodies and felt the heat emanating from her pussy. She pulled my face to hers again and kissed me deeply. I opened my mouth to take her tongue and let the hand between us continue to bask in the warmth and wet of her pussy. I slid two fingers inside her and felt a sharp intake of breath. Gently, and with increasing speed, I slid my fingers in and out of her.
Alexa opened her legs widely and breathed into my ear. She told me to go faster. I complied, teasing her clit and arranging my fingers in the classic “come hither” motion. Her cries were reaching their apex and I felt that my cock was so stiff that it might break off. She grabbed the hand that I was pleasuring her with and asked me to fuck her with my cock. I rolled off her and reached into the jeans that had been strewn aside. I fumbled around in the pocket for a condom, slid it on and began fucking her missionary style. My face was buried in her neck, but I made sure to catch glimpses both of her face and of her bouncing tits at every opportunity possible. We moved faster and faster, harder and more animalstic with each thrust. I felt the walls of her tight pussy tighten even further around me as she threw her head back. I moaned loudly and felt myself explode inside her.
I collapsed atop her and remained inside for a few minutes as we both caught our breaths. I rolled off her and we enjoyed some excellent, post-bang cuddles and kisses until we fell asleep. We felt like going for Round 2, but it turns out that I only had the one condom in my pants and pretty much everywhere else in the house was occupied (as if that mattered, after the noise we had made). We woke up the next morning, played with each other’s bodies some more and I sent her on her way after another excellent fingerbanging. Alexa thanked me via text message later for a great night and morning. We would go on to see each other on a physical, casual basis every week for the rest of the summer and into a fall.
As for the bed, I changed the sheets and laundered the ones that we had used. It really was the least I could do.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cx758a/making_a_lot_of_love_in_my_parents_bed
You remembered all of that even though it was 4 years ago?