I struggled feebly to get out of the sheets, having wrapped myself up tightly through the night. It took a second to realize that I was not in my own bed, that I was in the guest bedroom of my good friend Kirby and her fiancé Steve.
The sun was just up and I sat on the edge of the bed and stretched. The aftertaste of beer souring my breath. It was a girl's night in and Kirby and I had put a pretty good dent in their beer supply when Steve had gotten home. He had been pretty tired from a full twelve-hour shift but us girls probably could have seduced him into a three-some but we were too pie-eyed and we simply stumbled into bed.
I adjusted my cotton camisole and panties, the only clothes I had on and quietly stepped to the closed bedroom door. Just as I reached for the handle I heard a rustling from the other side. Their apartment isn't very big, and the spare bedroom opens onto their living room. I pried the door open very carefully, fearful of any pending squeak but I was rewarded with an opening large enough for me to spy out of.
I was looking at the back of one of the couches set at an angle, Steve's head and shoulders visible. Their was a rustle of paper and a prolonged noise that sounded like sandpaper on wood but softer.
I nudged the door open slowly and eased myself out of the room. I crept along the wall till I was almost beside him but across the room. The magazine was open on his bare knees; the glossy photos screamed skin magazine even from this distance. But of more interest to me was the cock Steve was stroking outside his briefs.
I stood perfectly still and watched as Steve work stroke himself quickly when he turned the pages and then slowly as he viewed the details. My own hands unwillingly crept across my body; one seeking a breast, the other slipping under the elastic waist of my panties to tease my clit. The folds of my sex parted easily, the nub rising to meet my probing fingers. The thrill of watching without Steve knowing was making me very hot, let alone the sight of his huge cock head and long length. Jim would be awfully envious if he knew just how well Steve was equipped and that I had the pleasure of that cock before.
Kirby and I had joked about a four-some last night, but Jim would never go for it. Steve would be happy to found my cunt once again and she had admitted that they were going to ask me to join them once again, that was until I got my own boyfriend.
And now, here I was, fingering myself as quietly as possible while Steve whacked off just a few feet away. I couldn't stand it any longer.
"Need help with that?" I whispered.
I tried not to laugh when the magazine went flying from his lap and he jumped up and turned in midflight to face me. The hand on my breast went to cover my mouth from a giggle as his huge pole bounced up and down in front of him.
"Jesus Shannon, don't scare me like that!"
"Sshhh. Kirby still sleeping?"
"Yeah."
"Can I lend you a hand?" I smiled seductively, realizing I still had one hand down my panties.
"Been watching long?"
"Long enough. Let's take a look at the magazine." I stepped closer and bent over to retrieve the magazine from the floor. I placed it on the coffee table and stayed bent at the waist knowing my panties would be pulled tight across my backside. Steve steeped closer and I felt his hands slide over my back and his cock jump happily at my hip. I reached behind me and gently grasped it, giving it slow, firm tugs.
"Jeez Steve, this doesn't look a bit like Kirby? Nor me for that matter? Is she your type?"
"Nah, she's just a whore. You two are sex goddess'."
