I would like to enclose that this story is fictional but based off of true events. All characters are over the age of 18, and nothing written exploited any person/persons. I hope you enjoy and I would love to hear some constructive criticism from you. Thank you for your time.
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It was just a casual night with Netflix and dinner... or so I thought. I invited Michael over after work so than we could hang out a little bit and catch up. We had both just graduated and hadn't seen each other since. We had been good friends since we were old enough to know what a friend was and stayed fairly close ever since. I admit he was attractive, but I never really thought of him as somebody I would want a romantic relationship with, that is until that night after work.
"Hahaha," he laughed, "I love this episode." We were watching a TV series called Compatriot.
I nodded, "Me too." I sat back on my bed against the wall like he did, using it as a couch. We sat there for a couple hours watching episode after episode. A few minutes into the third episode I covered my legs with my blanket because I was getting cold... apparently he was too because he took some so than we were both under the covers. I didn't mind because it was something that we do a lot. However, we did not put our hands on each other's legs a lot... VERY high on my leg; which is exactly what he did next.
I didn't want to look at him because I was scared he was looking at me or we would make awkward eye contact, but I wasn't sure if I wanted his hand to stay there or continue to travel to where it couldn't go any higher. It was almost as if he was reading my mind though because that's the next thing that happened. I wasn't even focused anymore on Compatriot, but I didn't think about it because I was sure he wasn't focused on it either. His voice sounded deep as it broke the painful silence, "Do you want me to stop?"
I didn't say anything at first, "I don't know." I started breathing kind of staggered and wouldn't look at him, but I could tell now that he was definitely looking at me.
He scared me with his psychic abilities, "Look at me." He asked me almost as if he was hurt that I wasn't. I turned my head in time to see his frown disappear and a mischievous smirk appear.
"What?" I asked.
"I have been waiting on this for what seems like eternity." He replied with every bit of desire in his voice.
"Waiting on what?" I inquired hesitantly.
"You."
He swept his hand up to my head and pulled me in to a lip locking kiss that didn't last quite long enough. I was shocked at first but I melted into his arms quickly. He didn't waste any time laying me down, keeping his hand where it had been.
His kisses traveled down my neck until he was blocked by my shirt. He stopped and started struggling with the buttons. Frustratingly he ripped the shirt open getting a scared gasp out of me. He just smiled and started working on my shorts buttons. Those slid off pretty easy but he wasn't satisfied with the amount of clothing that was still on me. He traveled down my stomach leaving a trail of kisses until he got to his destination.
He slid one finger under each side of my pink lacy panties and slid them down my legs slowly. So my surprise he started kissing my feet on his way back up and to an even bigger surprise (for me anyway) he didn't stop kissing when he got to my snatch. Matter-of-factly, he put his hands on the inside of both thighs and pushed them apart to make room for his head.
He started by leaving gently little kisses up and down my lips, teasing me. Then he slid his finger up and down massaging my clit before he plunged his thick fingers into my pussy. I moaned and grabbed the sheets around me for leverage. While his finger worked in and out of me his tongue went to work on my clit. I started moaning and wildly grasping for something to hold onto before the wave of pleasure ripped through me, but to my disappointment he stopped right before I was given the chance. I quickly looked down at him frowning and he quickly answered my questioning eyebrows.
"Oh my dear Christine," he said in the sexiest way. "I have so much more in store for you than a fast finger fuck."
I was nervous and excited as I gazed into his eyes with wonder and anxiousness. I had a feeling though he was going to keep me waiting; teasing me throughout what was supposed to be a casual hang out.
He stood up and took off his pants and I couldn't stop staring at the bulge that took up most of his boxers, but he took those off quickly too so I wasn't left to my imagination for very long. I was surprised at his size and I think he could tell by the look on my face, but he didn't say anything. He stripped off his shirt and kneeled over top of me laying his huge cock on my stomach while his tongue assaulted mine. I reached down to touch him and I couldn't believe how hard he was... and how big. He had to be about eight inches long and thick... VERY thick. I started to close my hand around his cock gently. When I heard him moan quietly I knew that was a good sign, so I started to rub my hand up and down his long shaft. He started to move his hips with my hand moaning louder and louder.
"STOP!" He said alarmingly and suddenly. I was scared and looked up frightened.
He climbed off from on top of me just kneeling at my feet. "You are better at this than I anticipated," he said. "But I don't plan on finishing so soon."
With that he took my hands in his and laid on top of me again, this time holding my hands above my head so I couldn't touch him. Our lips locked and it didn't take him long after that to go after what he started this for. One of his hands left mine and I felt it brush against my stomach as he traveled down to my slit. He pushed the tip of his finger inside and then back out again to rub up and down my clit. Then again he stuck the tip inside me and up and down my slit. I felt his hand leave and I started breathing heavier.
