This story was written in conjunction with 'Under my spell'. Both are stand alone stories following a different character. I know I'm not the best writer, I write stories based on past fantasies when what I want isn't on here. Any writer who enjoys my premise but not the story, please feel free to re-write.
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It all happened because of my big mouth. One night I had the girls round drinking and I happened to mention how sensitive my breasts are, how stimulating them gets me so hot it more or less paralyses me. I mentioned that this is why I never let guys touch them unless I want sex, which is not an easy task. At 20 I have had only 2 boyfriends I had sex with, though I seemed to be the centre of attention with guys being a popular, tall, pretty, D-cup blonde. The girls all had a good laugh and I realised I definitely had too much to drink. I noticed one of my friends glance at the doorway. I turn my head and see my brothers friend Dean lurking in the doorway before going to the kitchen, the running tap suggesting he was getting a drink of water as he does. The girls all giggled when they realised he must have heard me while I was mortified. I stopped drinking but moved on and enjoyed the rest of the night.
The reason I was so mortified was because Dean was always a bit creepy, from the way I would always notice him staring at my tits from the corner of my eye to the way he was always trying to hug me, especially when I come home drunk from nights out and always when my brother isn't around. He wasn't ugly, not good looking either, just creepy. My brother Robert is 18, he has issues with socialising and understanding the world in general so he was never good at making friends. Kids pretended to like him as our parents happen to be rich and own a large villa. Since they were 12 Dean was the only kid who actually understood Robert and have been best friends ever since. This is the reason I never mention Dean's creepiness, he's causing no harm after all.
That was until I opened my big mouth. I had gone to bed that night, naked as usual and passed out as soon as my head hit the pillow. I awoke the next morning feeling very hungover. Luckily it was a Saturday so I could sleep in and recover. I don't know how long it was until I started having a sex dream, one so erotic I felt like I was about to explode. I slowly start to wake up and groggily feel the same fire within me, panting as hard as my heart beating, chest heaving as I feel a mouth suckling my right nipple as a hand massages my left, my eyes open as I roll my head back and have a huge, mind-melting orgasm shuddering through me for what felt like an eternity.