It turned out Stacy had never seen
The Office
, so you queue up season one and curl up next to your friend on the couch. Feeling bold, you lean gently into the curvy brunette, sipping your wine and munching on a handful of chips. Dinner was a cheap, crappy microwave chicken meal - flavourless and textureless - so you relish the opportunity to pig out a bit. You're still a little on edge after your close call in the bathroom, but you feel your muscles relax as the buzz of alcohol, junk food, good company and good TV sets in. Although the panties you borrowed from Stacy's sister-in-law are a little uncomfortable, they serve their purpose in keeping your secret tucked away. Just in case, you grab a pillow and surreptitiously slide it onto your lap, pretending you need somewhere to rest your glass.
The next few hours pass in a blur. While risky, your masturbation session in the shower earlier seems to have paid off, allowing you to relax and loll all over Stacy without any embarrassing reveals. She seems to be enjoying the hijinks at Dunder Mifflin, laughing loud and often at all the right moments. You make it through about six episodes - having the time of your life - before Stacy calls it a night. She yawns and stretches, almost punching you in the face with one large boob as she does so. Her bountiful breasts strain against the flimsy black top as she arches her back, and you try to hide your obvious gawking.
"Nngh . . . almost three, huh," she says, her voice a sleepy, tipsy mumble. Both chardonnay bottles are empty, as well as a pinot she produced from somewhere. "Wanna go to bed?"
You nod your hesitant assent, and she continues. "It's Saturday, so we don't have to set an alarm. We can play more tomorrow - maybe go shopping so you don't have to wear Sandi's clothes all weekend. C'mon, let's hit the sack." Drowsily, she flips off the TV and pulls you to your feet, and together you stagger to the bedroom.
Stacy collapses on the big double bed, causing it to wobble slightly. She burrows under the covers and pops her head out, beckoning you in. "Come on, Mindeeee," she slurs. "You can have Darren's half."
Suddenly wide awake, you realise what she meant by 'bunking' together. "Oh, jeez, Stacy, I don't know if I can... maybe I should just - the couch?"
"Rubbish!" Stacy says with a giggle, patting the bed next to her. "You have to stay here, so I can talk to you until we fall asleep. Like a real sleepover!"
Sighing, you give in. It's late, and your brain is starting to shut down. You think you can probably sleep peacefully for at least one night, so you slip into bed next to Stacy - subtly rearranging your package as you do so. Don't want any surprises in the night.
Stacy tries to chat with you for a few minutes, but she's obviously tired, so you gently suggest that the two of you get to sleep. She agrees, and you thankfully sink back into the comfy bed - it smells of Stacy - and close your eyes.
***
"Mindy...Mindy?"
Your eyes flutter open. It's still pitch black, the ceiling invisible somewhere above you. Somewhere, a clock ticks. You try to answer, but your throat is parched so all that comes out at first is a sort of soft whistle.
"You awake? No? Good..." Stacy's whisper is throaty and soft, and some quality in her voice catches your attention and stops you from trying to speak again.
You hear rustling sheets from next to you. Carefully, in infinitesimally small movements, you tilt your head to the left until you can see Stacy - well, not really. There's the faintest hint of light bleeding into the room under the door, so all you can see is the faintest, most indistinct silhouette. She's lying on her back, like you - though you can only tell because her tits are the most recognisable part of her profile. It's a hot night; she's sloughed the sheets off.
Stacy breathes deeply, as if about to plunge into a swimming pool. A faint tinge of alcohol reaches your nose. You realise that's not all. You can smell
her
. Her body, her musk, her ... arousal?
"Mmph..." A quiet moan, barely more than a breath, expelled through tightly-clamped lips. The sound causes your eyes to grow wide in the darkness.
Is she...?
She is. Convinced that you are asleep, Stacy is now rummaging around in the sheets and fingering herself. You strain your ears, and the distinctive, rhythmic rubbing can't be mistaken. She sounds wet, too. Your cock, until now so very well-behaved, begins to twitch as you listen to your best friend frig herself.
Stacy moans again, a little louder this time. You're sure she'd never do this normally, but the alcohol has loosened her up a lot more than you realised. She's getting off while lying in the bed - the bed she shares with her fiance - next to you. The question, then, is what - or who - is she masturbating to? Do you really want to find out?
You're in an awkward position now. As her ministrations grow more intense, the bed starts to wobble just a little. Her voice breaks free more often, cute little moans that she swallows as soon as making them. Your cock is threatening to tear through your pajamas; you've kept it soft by sheer force of will thus far, but it's becoming dangerous.
You have a choice here. You figure that if you stay silent, Stacy will finish and go back to sleep, none the wiser. Maybe you can go to the bathroom and jerk off again. Alternatively, you could interrupt her, potentially subjecting you both to deathly embarrassment and risking revealing your secret. Your heart pounds as you consider your options, trying desperately to stay still and not reveal that you are awake after all.
What do you do?
[[Is she? Yup, she's totally DJ'ing right now 0__0 OK you can handle this Mindy. Just pretend your super hot friend isn't touching her sexy bits and that you can't see her perfectly huge tits. Juuuuust pretend that you aren't 5 seconds away from ripping right through these panties. Shit none of this is helping D:
Mindy chooses to resist her baser instincts and wait it out in the darkness!]]
You lie perfectly still, keeping your breathing steady and level. It serves two purposes: convincing Stacy that you're still asleep, and forcing your cock to remain under control. The beast is dormant, for now, but as Stacy grows more and more restless next to you, it becomes difficult to stay zen.
"Mmph...ooh... oh yeah," she groans, bucking her hips up slightly and causing the bed to shake. "Fuck me, baby!" She's completely lost in her own little world now; wet squelching sounds emanate from her pussy. She sounds absolutely drenched. Is it just the alcohol? Is she missing her usual bedmate? Or is it you?
Your mouth goes dry as you consider it, and your head starts to fuzz as blood rushes to your cock. It's painful to keep it constricted now, so you slowly - ever so slowly - reach down to readjust it beneath the covers. Stacy is so enthralled by her own fantasies now that she couldn't possibly notice. Carefully, you pull your semi-hard cock out, letting it jut out of the too-small panties. You don't want to take the risk of being noticed, though, so you tuck it under the pajama t-shirt you're wearing, laying its thick, hot length against your stomach. The contact makes you hiss involuntarily, but you stifle it. Stacy doesn't seem to have noticed.
This might have been a bad idea
, you realise as the head of your cock settles into the valley between your small breasts, damn near scorching your delicate skin with its bulk and heat.
"Oh yes, yes yes yesssssss...!" Stacy is still hissing and moaning, panting as she pushes her hips skyward to accommodate her invisible lover. There's no way she could possibly think anybody could sleep through this. "Fuck me, baby. I'm your dirty girl, I'm your slut, call me names, uggggh!"
You raise an eyebrow. She's really getting into it, and you feel her radiating lust affect you as well. Your cock hardens and springs forward, trying to break out of the cotton prison you've confined it in. Your mouth stretches into an O but you manage to stop yourself from making a sound. God, this is doing crazy things to you. You can see Stacy's faint outline heaving against the faint light from the hallway, hear her fingers digging into her wet pussy,
smell
her arousal in the air, feel every shake and bounce as she abandons herself to her secret pleasure. You could almost taste her, but you don't dare move. You tremble, every muscle in your body wound tight like a spring, burning with desire and heat. Your cock tries to reach for the ceiling, but your t-shirt is keeping it contained for now. If Stacy turned on the light and looked over at you now, she would see its massive, bulging form straining against the grey cotton, running all the way up your front.
But she doesn't. She won't. She's too absorbed in her own pleasure, ramping up to a serious orgasm. Her moans increase in pitch and frequency - she's not exactly screaming, but she seems to have forgotten about your presence entirely. "Oooh!" she groans, shoulders clenching as the speed of her fingering ramps up. "I'm gonna cum, baby, give it to me. Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeee!"
As Stacy's body locks up, she clamps a hand over her mouth to stifle her raw, animalistic groaning, but you can still hear it. Your cock twitches against your chest and a few drips of sizzling hot precum ooze from the tip, splashing unimpeded onto your bare skin. Stacy jerks and twitches, her whole body tense and shivering as she rides her high, before she crashes back down to earth, breathing deeply and unsteadily.
Fuck me, what a show.
Even in the dark, you saw more than you ever thought you would. Now as she lies panting, her ample chest rising and falling roughly, all you can think of is making her scream your name. The fantasy is overpowering, and your cock is at full attention. You lie as still as you possibly can, trying not to make a sound. Now that Stacy isn't distracted, there's a higher chance she'll catch you.
But as it turns out, you needn't have worried. You lie there for a few minutes in the dark, your own fluids dripping gently onto your chest, until Stacy's breathing levels out. She rolls over and stretches, then slowly stops moving. Before long, she's snoring peacefully. Not big honking snores, but cute little ones, expelled from the same lips that were stifling obscenities just minute s ago. When you're sure she's asleep, you carefully extract yourself from the bedcovers, and - hugging your erection tight against your belly - slip out to the bathroom, where you clean up the mess you've made of yourself. It's not easy to make your erection subside after what you just saw, but you manage to manhandle it back into your panties. The thought of jerking off again crosses your mind, but the clock on the wall tells you it's nearly five in the morning.
You stumble back to the bedroom and collapse into the bed next to Stacy. Having been out of the room for twenty minutes or so, you're struck by how strong the smell of sex is. You're too tired to be distracted now, though, so you finally get to sleep for real.
***
When you wake up, Stacy isn't there. You hear her clanging around in the kitchen, and the smell of a cooked breakfast hangs in the air. You extract yourself from crumpled bedsheets and pad down the hallway to join her.
She doesn't quite meet your eye. "Morning, Mindy!" she says. Her cheeks are slightly flushed. "Did you, uh, sleep well?"
"Like a log," you say. That seems to reassure her.
