Overnight Secret

The smell of the dinner lingered in the air as the attendees got ready for the game. The group of friends were all invited to the condo owned by the only couple amongst them, to participate in a roleplaying horror game that the gamemaster had prepared for them. Ever since Halloween two years ago, this has become an annual tradition for the group of friends but before they get started, they get intoxicated. The sound of cans opening echoes through the room like a symphony of drunkenness, while others step onto the patio to dull their senses with weed smoke. Suddenly, the room no longer smelled like dinner, that smell has been replaced by booze, dope, and sweat. They are ready to play.

The girlfriend sits next to the gamemaster and under the table, their feet occasionally brush up against each other before shifting away. At first, it was harmless but as the game continued their feet would spend more time nuzzled up against each other before slinking away and when their eyes met they couldn't but smile at the playful flirting.

Her boyfriend sat on the opposite side of the table, one chair over, not even aware that his friend and girlfriend were flirting. He was too focused on the game and his drink.

As the game progressed the crowd thinned out as the characters died in the game, until it was only the gamemaster, her, and one other. Then with a climactic battle between the characters and a werewolf, the game ended. Most of the players leave wanting to sleep in their bed, the boyfriend has disappeared into his room and all that remains are the final three players.

The three of them stay up a little longer, chatting about everything and nothing. Then the third wheel retreats to the guest room, leaving the gamemaster and her alone. He goes to the couch while she watches him, her mind full of inappropriate thoughts that she dares not act on.

Now that the game is over the gamemaster lets go of his focus and feels the drugs and alcohol wash over him, hitting him like a freight train. Not driving home tonight, he thinks as he lays on the couch. She comes over and lets him know the couch pulls out and without even thinking he says, "So do I."

After a brief pause, he follows that up by telling her the couch is fine, he's already comfortable. She wishes him a good night and joins her boyfriend in their room, only to find him dead asleep, fully dressed, and spread across the entire bed. He'll be snoring tonight, she thinks with a sigh as she undresses and attempts to get into the bed. She has to curl up into a ball just to fit beside her boyfriend. Comfort is the last thing she is feeling but she manages to fall asleep.

3:00 am. The red light of the alarm clock was the first thing she saw as she was jolted from her sleep by a loud snore. She looks over at her boyfriend who has rolled onto his side but is snoring loud enough to rattle the windows. She's frustrated that he interrupted her dream. What was it again? She grasps at the strands of the dream hoping to remember why it made her feel so good, no, why it made her feel desired. Then it hit her, this dream was an erotic one and it wasn't about her boyfriend, it was about the man sleeping on her couch.

She puts on a robe and leaves the bedroom with the intention of making herself a snack but her eyes immediately go to the man, he's lying along the length of the couch, blanket at his waist with his bare chest fully exposed. She feels herself getting warmer as she watches his chest rise and fall as he breathes. She walks closer. His face is calm and peaceful and best of all, he isn't snoring. She wants to kiss him. Then she turns away, feeling guilty as she realizes her boyfriend is in the other room. They were separated only by a wall. Your boyfriend could sleep through an earthquake, he won't hear a thing, the devil on her shoulder reminds her. She looks back at the man sleeping on her couch and feels something stirring her insides. A craving that has existed since they first met and has only gotten stronger with time.

His slumber is disturbed by pressure just below his abdomen that makes him think he has to pee but there is something different about this pressure, as if it's coming from outside his body. He blinks open his eyes and sees her on top of him, rubbing her thighs in circles on his crotch. She's wearing a silk robe draped over her shoulders with the middle open, exposing her naked body. Her breasts, partially covered by the robe, sway with the motion of her body, which she changes to a back and forth movement, rubbing her vagina along the ever-growing bulge in his pants. Now fully awake, blood rushes to his penis so fast that his erection hurts as it presses against his clothes. Before he can move to take off his remaining clothes she leans down to kiss him and they embrace, when she sits up she raises one finger to her mouth. He understands.

She unbuttons his pants and takes them off, revealing his erect penis. As soon as it is exposed it bounces in anticipation of what will happen next, pre-cum dripping from the tip, catching what little light there is. She moves over him, grabbing his cock and holding it for a moment, feeling its warmth, rubbing the tip with her fingers then sliding her hand up and down the shaft.

Then she positions herself over him and slides the throbbing pillar of meat inside her. She has no time to bother with foreplay, this needs to happen and it needs to happen now. She doesn't hold back. Riding his cock, up, down, front to back, circling, she looks for the spot and can't quite find it. Then he grabs her thighs and she can feel his fingers digging into her, suddenly grateful that he doesn't have long nails. When their eyes meet she sees something devilish in them which causes her body temperature to rise.

Then he starts thrusting, hard. She likes being on top, she enjoys the control but as he maneuvers his cock in and out of her, slamming his thighs against hers, she no longer feels in control. She feels amazing, her boyfriend has never fucked her like this. She wants to moan, no, she wants to scream and it takes everything in her power to not do so. All she allows herself is a nod of her head and a strained moan followed by a gasp of words, "Yes. Just like that," and he obliges. Her body convulses as she throws off the robe, suddenly feeling too hot for clothes. She's close. Then the orgasm rushes through her insides, filling her with the sensation that she has been longing for.

He can feel his penis getting larger as his thrusts become more irregular. It's coming. She looks down at him with a sultry smile then leans closer, "Don't pull out," she lets out between moans. This excites him and brings him even closer to the edge. He impales his cock deep inside her and holds it there, then rams it into her a few more times for good measure, getting as deep as he can. His cock tightens as it pulsates inside of her, cum shoots through his shaft and fills her vagina. His hands drop from her thighs and he lets out a deep breath as she lays down on top of him.

They lay there for a moment, his dick now soft, and slowly sliding out of her. He can feel her breasts pressed against his skin, one of his favorite feelings, so he goes to wrap his arms around her, wanting to enjoy the feeling of his skin against hers. As soon as his hands touch her back she sits up and shakes her head, she then leans back down, bringing her lips to his ears. "Forget this ever happened," she whispers in his ear. Then in a single motion, she throws the robe over her body and hops off of him, walking back to her room without even a glance in his direction.