I was walking home rather tipsy from another lousy party.
Well, maybe a bit more drunk than that. I couldn't believe I had actually wasted my time like that. Why did I even go?
I'd gone for one reason and one reason only. I wanted to get laid. I hadn't had sex for 5 months and I was getting desperate.
My roommate and best friend, Kate, had talked me into going.
"If you don't go out, you'll never meet a guy," she'd said. She was right off course. So I went.
What a waste of time. Don't get me wrong. There were a couple of really good-looking guys at the party, but most of them were already spoken for,
and the rest were complete assholes. So I decided to go home.
As I approached my flat I already knew that was a bad idea as well. I could clearly hear Kate having a good time with her boyfriend Frank.
I could hear her moans as Frank obviously was giving her a good time. One thing about Kate, when she enjoyed something, she let the whole world know,
and right now, she was obviously having the time of her life. I didn't know what Frank was doing to her, but I envied her.
Kate, bless her, knowing of my frustrations of not finding a guy had decided not to have sex while I was around. I really appreciated it. I love her.
Don't get me wrong, I meant as a friend. She was the nicest person I had ever met, so selfless and considerate to other people.
She deserved the fuck she was having.
I slowly turned the key to the flat and sneaked in. Didn't want to interrupt anything. I quietly went to my bedroom, though with the noises them two
were making, I didn't think I needed to make much effort.
I got undressed and went to bed. I normally wear pyjamas, but it was hot so I had settled for sleeping in my knickers. As I lay on my bed, trying to
go to sleep, my head was spinning. Not sure if it was the excessive alcohol or the noises from the Kate's bedroom. My hands slowly drifted to my boobs,
gently squeezing them as I imagined what my friend was up to when all of a sudden it went quiet. I started to think they'd finally stopped when Kate's
moans started again, louder this time. What on earth could give her such a pleasure. My imaginations were driving me mad, and my hands started moving
all over my body. I was soaking wet, my fingers rubbing my pussy, when I suddenly realised what I was doing.
"Damn, stop it!" I told myself. This was not what I needed. I wanted a real dick, not some imaginative stuff that couldn't fill me.
I turned over in bed and pulled my pillow over my head. Were they ever going to stop?
I lay there for what felt like ages, but was probably just a couple of minutes, when I finally couldn't take it anymore.
I got up and went to Kate's bedroom, ribbed the door open and loudly said:
"PLEASE! Can't you keep the noise down a b..." What had I done? How stupid could I be? It must have been the alcohol, it must have been!
They'd both stopped what they were doing, staring at me.
But what met my eyes was beyond anything I could have imagined. Kate was lying naked on the bed with her legs pulled as far up towards herself while
Frank's dick was in her...
"Uh, I think Frank kind of missed the target?" I said hoarsely. Damn, that alcohol again. When will I ever learn to shut up!
"What do you mean?" Kate asked, smiling. How could she smile at me like that when I'd just interrupted her?
"Uh, he's up your ass!" I stammered, tears starting to get in my eyes. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to... It's just..."
I turned around, ran to my bedroom and threw myself on the bed. Now I felt really miserable. Not only couldn't I get laid, but I had just stopped my
friend. How could I do that?
I heard my door opening and knew Kate was coming in. Off course, kind, considerate, selfless Kate was more concerned about me, than the fuck of her life.
Great. Now I felt better.
I sensed her sitting on the bed next to me, putting an arm on my back.
"Didn't work out tonight, did it?", she said kindly.
"No," I replied. "Look, I am so sorry. I don't know what came over me."
"Don't worry about it. I can understand."
She started rubbing my back. She always knew what to do to make me feel better. Her hands moved up to my shoulders and started giving them a gentle massage.
My body slowly started to relax. I loved her massages. I had never met anybody who knew my body so well. She would always find the right spots, and right now
I needed it more than ever.
I started drifting as Kate's hands rubbed my shoulders, every now and again moving down my back. I was in heaven. I thought I could even feel hands rubbing
my legs, slowly massagin all the stress and frustration out of my body.
Kate started kneeding my ass cheeks. I was a bit surprised, because she'd never done that before, but it felt so good and with the hands continuing to rub