Quote (Vharimatras @ Jul 29 2010 08:14pm)
So my brother's getting married next year and his fiancee,
Melissa, is a super nice girl. She loves
to cook for people and offer hospitality, so she invited me
and my best friend over for dinner, me, my friend,
my brother, and her, and we'd go swimming afterwards.
We get there around 6 pm-ish and walk around back where
my brother is grilling hamburgers. Melissa walks outside,
gives me a big hug and tells me to go drop off our towels
and bathing suits inside. I grab my friend's stuff and
walk through the back door into the living room where
the TV is on mute and someone is sitting on the couch.
I strain to see through the darkness, and it's a girl.
She has a headset on, and her computer sitting in her lap,
and I could see the faint blue glow of the screen illuminating
her face and thick rimmed glasses. She had shoulderlength
red hair and a pierced lip, and white creamy skin with
minimal blemishes. "Hi," I offer, but she doesn't respond,
because of the blaring music on her headphones. I advanced.
I dropped the bathing suits and towels in a heap on the
sofa next to her, and it startles her. She jumped slightly
and ripped the headphones off her ears. "Oh!" she exclaimed,
"sorry, did you say something to me?" I chuckle slightly
and retort, "I just said hi. What's your name?" She relaxes,
and smiles, "Rachel. I'm Melissa's friend," she responded.
"I'm Chris," I reply. "Nice to meet you. What're you playing?"
She spins the laptop around to face the screen at me, and
it's an all-too-familiar MMORPG. She'd been running her
druid through Halls of Reflection in World of Warcraft. I
smile lamely, not wanting to admit I played it too, but she
was cute, and I wanted to have as much in common with her
as I possibly could. "So you're a WoWfag too, huh?" She
blinks and smiles, "Yes, quite. I have six 80's." This
impresses me. I wanted to stay there with her and talk
to her for the rest of the night but it'd be rude, and
I didn't want to talk my head off and interrupt her HoR.
The glass sliding back door opened to reveal Melissa
with a plate-full of food. "Chris, c'mon, we're gonna eat,
tell Rachel!"
I felt a bit sorry for her so I responded, "Yeah actually,
we were talking up a storm inside. She plays World of
Warcraft and she wouldn't shut up about it," I said.
Melissa gave Rachel a "Oh Really" look and Rachel looked
at me with a "Are You Kidding Me, Chris?!" look. I came
back with a "I Have To Stand Up For You Somehow" look. Rachel
smiled at me, and took a big bite of her hotdog. Later we
were swimming in Melissa's pool under the stars with her
backyard lights on. We were playing a little volleyball in
the pool until I became distracted of the glass sliding
door opening, revealing Rachel. She'd gone inside and
changed into a two-piece plain black bikini. I could see
how utterly large her breasts were with her bikini top.
I tried my best to hide my boner in my swim trunks by
slipping it down the left leg sleeve, but that just made
it look worse. She didn't actually get in the pool
with us, only dipped her feet in and swished her legs
around.
"Come in, Rach!" Melissa offered. I smiled and looked
at Rachel with puppy dog eyes. "No, thanks. I don't want
to get wet right now," Rachel replied, giving an apologetic
smile. We shrugged and continued our game of volleyball.
I snatched a pair of goggles from the poolside table and
went under, surveying the soles of Rachel's feet from across
the pool. They were pale and smooth, and she flexed and
twirled her toes in the water every time I went under. Did
she know I had a thing for feet? Probably. Again, I tried
awkwardly hiding my boner but with no avail. We got out of
the pool, and by then it was about midnight. My friend
was on his provisional liscense, and it's prohibited to
drive past midnight with a provisional liscense in the state
of New Jersey. I didn't have my car with me, and Melissa was
too tired to drive us. "Why don't you guys spend the night?"
she offered. I insisted I just call my mom, but she
practically begged us to stay. My friend was okay with it
as long as we left that place by 7 am, because his
girlfriend had a lacrosse match to play the next day. I
agreed.
Melissa offered us some clean PJs and a spare room to sleep.
I knew my friend snored really loud, so I asked if I could
sleep in the basement. Melissa's parents had it refurbished
with carpet, recess lighting, couches, a TV, etc. so it was
pretty comfy down there. She agreed to let me sleep on the
basement pullout couch. I wasn't quite tired so I sat in the
living room and watched The Colbert Report for a little bit
while everyone else went to bed. The
entire house was dark except for the TV on low volume. I heard
footsteps coming down the hall, and I looked back. Rachel stood
in the kitchen doorway, wearing nothing but her black tank top
and a pair of white cotton panties. I blinked and my entire
mouth became dry. She gasped when she saw me sitting there.
"Oh, shit," she hissed, and hid behind the wall. I giggled and
playfully averted my eyes. "Sorry, I probably should have
told you I was in here," I said. "I just came out to get
my computer," she replied, "I wasn't trying to like..." I
laughed again, "I know, I know. Here."
I grabbed her laptop and stacked her headset, mousepad and
power cable on top and carried it over to her. She came out
from behind the doorway wall and looked me over. My
hair was still a little wet from swimming, and hung in my
eyes. She smiled and took her computer. "Thanks," she said
quietly. "Y'know, you're awfully cute to be Melissa's
fiancee's brother," she began. I smiled and laughed a little,
blushing. "Well thank you. You're really cute too." We
looked at eachother for a long time in an uncomfortable
silence until she finally said, "Well, goodnight," and then
I replied, "Uh... goodnight. I'm sleeping... in the basement."
I didn't know why I said I was sleeping in the basement. It's
just one of the many perks that comes with being an awkward
teenager in front of a sexy girl in her panties - You say
weird and irrelevant shit. She let out a small nostrily laugh
and looked at me funny. "Okay Chris. Goodnight." She turned
and walked back down the hallway, and I immediately wanted
to die inside. 'Sleeping in the basement... are you fucking
kidding me, Chris?'
The basement was cold, and Melissa knew this, so she gave me
extra blankets to sleep with. I'm usually pretty resilient to
cold rooms and sleeping in extreme hot or cold, but I
brought them down with me anyway. The pullout was surprisingly
roomy, and could easily pass off as a queen size. I was
probably the first person ever to use it, so I felt important.
The moonlight spilled in through the tiny basement window
under the roof. I couldn't sleep. My adrenaline was rushing
too quickly from the sight of Rachel in her panties. Her smooth
creamy thighs... her adorable toes... her round curvy ass under
that thin layer of cotton... her pale breasts and the cleavage
under her tank top... I unbuttoned my pajama pants and pulled
my cock out, and started thumbing over the head of it. The
tingling sensation made it become stiff, erect, coming to
life in my hand. I began slowly stroking up and down with the
image of Rachel in her panties fresh in my mind.
I was just about to cum when I heard the basement door slowly
creak open. My stomach tightened in a knot. I couldn't finish.
It was probably Melissa coming down to check on me, and that
would be a fucking awkward breakfast. I immediately shoved
my dick back into my PJs and pretended to be asleep. I counted
every single footstep down the stairs, whoever the person was.
All 14 steps. The person stopped at the foot of the stairs,
and stared at me. I felt so terribly watched. I heard the
shuffling of bare feet on the carpet approach nearer and
nearer. I became strangely frightened. What if it was an
axe murder? What if Melissa asked me to stay for the sole reason
of harvesting my organs in my sleep and defiling my corpse? I
swallowed hard and kept my eyes shut tightly. I heard some
shuffling, and I heard something like clothes being dropped
on the floor. The blanket was lifted and the person got into
the bed under the covers with me. I opened my eyes. "Rachel?"
Bright green eyes stared back into mine. "Hi.." she whispered.
I turned on my side to face her, lifted the covers slightly,
and saw her bare breasts. They were large, probably C cup,
with tiny pink puffy nipples. They were amazing. "Oh... hey..."
She smiled lightly and shifted closer to my body, pressing
her breasts against my chest. She breathed outwards into my
mouth and took my hand, placing it on her abdomen and sliding
it downwards to a shaven, puffy pussy. She began masturbating
herself with my hand. This made my dick raging hard like
rock, and it jutted outwards, pressing against her inner
thigh. She bit her bottom lip and let out a small moan
through her nose. I slipped 2 fingers inside and began finger
fucking her. She gasped and began rocking up and down into
my fingering motions. She kissed me lightly on the lips and
whispered, "Do you want to fuck me, Chris?" I swallowed,
pulling my fingers out (covered in juice), and replied,
"Okay."
She hooked her thumb around the elastic waistband on my
pajama bottoms, pulling them downwards. Awkwardly, I
assisted her, pulling them completely off my legs and
tossing them on the floor. Followed by my tshirt which
I pulled off over my head, and dropped on top of the
pajama bottoms. She giggled a little, playfully, and
dove under the covers. My cock stood upright, rubbing
against the rough material of the heavy comforter. I
felt her grab hold of my shaft and began stroking,
sucking the head softly. I felt her tongue roll over it
and it made me let out a small moan. I reached down to
clear the hair from her face, and she took my entire
dick in her mouth. It was then I decided that blowjobs
were my favorite thing on the planet Earth. She sucked
as she bobbed her head up and down, moaning softly,
lubricating it. I gasped and rocked my pelvis up and
down. "Oh, wow... keep going..." She continued. She
cupped my balls and began playing with them. I could
see where her ass poked up under the covers, and I sat
upright and smacked it. She giggled loudly.
She ceased her sucking and came up to face me, my cock
covered in her saliva. We were then face to face.
"Feeling naughty, Chris?" she giggled and bit her lip.
"Mhm," I replied, grinning. She then straddled me,
placing her pussy lips on top of the bottom side of my
dick. She then started rocking back and forth, rubbing
her vagina up and down along my shaft, applying pressure.
I moaned, and she squealed softly. This form of masturbation
I had never thought possible. "Feels.. nice.." she
whispered, rocking her ass back and forth. I reached up
and (why not) cupped her breasts. She smiled and took
my hands in hers, squeezing them over her own chest.
She started rocking faster, and harder. This made my
toes curl and my teeth clench. I let out a small
nostrily groan, implying, 'If you keep this shit up
you're going to make me cum too quick'. She smiled and
rolled over beside me. I got on my knees above her.
She now lay where I did, her bare naked body now fully
in the moonlight. My dick cast a shadow on the wall,
and this made me giggle silently. She reached up and
stroked it wantingly. "Put it inside me... please."
I had no choice but to oblige. I positioned myself
between her thighs, and pressed my cock against her
pussy opening. She was wet and warm, and it felt good
as my head penetrated her. She let out a squeal of
desire. "Shhh... they might hear us." "I don't care..
fuck me, Chris. Fuck me hard." Almost in a hateful
spite, I shoved the entire shaft inside. Immediately
she gasped loudly and gripped at the bedsheets. "Oh
God.. my God.." Grinning, I began thrusting in and out.
She moaned and writhed on the cool white bedsheets as
she got fucked. My shaft slid in and then outward
again and again, her hot juices lubricating us. "Yes..
keep going.. please.."
Her legs came up to wrap around me and met behind
my ass, and she pryed apart my ass cheeks with her
toes. The different sensations caused me great
pleasure - her feet on my ass, my cock going in and
out - she really was something else entirely. I gripped
her thighs and began slamming harder. I could see small
beads of sweat forming on her breasts and forehead.
"Mmn, yes... I'm gonna cum..." she moaned, thrusting
her pelvis back into mine. "Do it.. cum for me.." I
replied, and she opened her mouth agape. The shivers
she sent from her chest into her pussy while I fucked
it felt like a wet wall was tightening around my
cock. I felt my own warm cum rising up inside me,
partially from the vibrations she gave off as she
orgasmed. "Oh my God!" she practically yelled, and
let out a series of gasps, moans and panting
breaths. I could feel her orgasm dragging on as I
started to cum.
I thrusted hard a couple more times and then slammed
inside one last slam, and a gush of hot cum burst
out of my cock and filled up her quivering pussy.
I can't quite remember the noise I made but it was
certainly loud. She thrust into me, her pussy clamped
tightly around my cock, milking me for every ounce
of cum I had inside. My hair hung in my face, breathing
heavily like I'd run a very long distance. It was
the hardest I've ever came in my life, and I felt like
my vitality was depleted. Tired, I collapsed beside her,
and we both lay there, panting and gasping for sweet
air, the smell of sex hanging heavy in the room. The
sweat coated a fine layer on the bed sheets, my ass
cheeks and back and neck soaked with it. My cock
twitched and flexed two or three more times before
I passed out unconscious.
The next morning me and my friend had to leave early.
Melissa stood in the kitchen in her robe boiling coffee.
Rachel was still asleep in the basement, bare ass naked.
My friend was out starting his car when I went into the
kitchen to say goodbye to Melissa. I hugged her. "Bye
Melissa, thanks so much for having us over." She smiled,
"Don't even mention it, you're welcome back any time."
There was a beat of silence. She began, "So, did you guys
have fun last night?" "Yeah. Me and Paul had a great
time." "I didn't mean you and Paul." I swallowed hard.
"Uh..." She smiled and shook her head. "You know what
I mean. Look, if you want me to hook you up with Rachel,
just ask. She's really an easy going gal." I heard the
car honk outside. "Thanks, Melissa... Um, I guess I'll
see you later..." My face was beet red as I turned and
walked out. It wouldn't be the last time, though.
And that's how I met your mother.
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