It was a hot mid-Missouri night. Stickiness of the humid air clung to Jayme's pale skin. Her thick, red curls bounced as she meandered through the darkness toward her apartment in the neighborhood close to the university she attended.
She stumbled a few times, from having one too many drinks with her friends. It was even hotter inside her home. She made her way through a mountain of clothes on her bedroom floor — still not put away from Thursday's laundromat trip — and then threw open her window. She didn't have enough energy to turn off her light; instead, she flung herself onto her bed before she could even change out of her black sundress. She entered a dreamy haze of alcohol-induced sleep in minutes.
Although her blinds were closed, it wasn't hard to see in her window if someone were close enough. Terrance had an equally epic night, as he and his fraternity brothers used whiskey to celebrate winning the school's step competition. He was close enough to Jayme's window to take notice of the 22-year-old girl laying on her stomach on her bed.
He looked around, not seeing a soul in sight at 4:30 a.m. and then moved closer to the window to get a better view.
Jayme's back moved up and down as she breathed deep, regular breaths. The soles of her feet were dirty, presumably for losing her shoes at some point during the night. Her legs were slightly separated, but Terrance couldn't see anything indecent. Her dress had risen up her legs, exposing the back of her milky thighs. He tried to crouch down to see if he could get a glimpse of her ass, but he lost his balance in doing so.
After dusting off his jeans and standing up again, he took better notice of her ample ass. She wasn't slender, by any means, he thought as he took in the curve of her hips, but she was small enough to take up less than a third of her full-sized bed.
As Terrance continued to stare, his cock started to harden in his dark denim pants. As he reached into Jayme's room to pull the blinds apart a little more, Jayme rolled over. He ducked out of the window, afraid that he had awakened her and waited for two full minutes before standing up again. When he felt the coast was clear, he stood up again and peeked in. She had flipped over on her back, with on leg akimbo to the other. He could see farther up her creamy thighs, but still couldn't see enough.
As his eyes wandered up her body, his cock became rock hard at the sight of her breast. Large globes, practically falling out of her dress met his eyes. He knew he had to get closer.
Even in his drunkenness, Terrance knew he was doing something very wrong. He was going to break into this stranger's bedroom. If he were to get caught, he would surely go to jail, but the whiskey made it seem like that was worth it.
He looked around once more, licked his lips and pushed himself up to the windowsill. He held the mini-blinds in the room, squeezing in onto her desk. He crawled in the rest of the way, and then let the blinds fall back to the window, swinging in the cool breeze. He crept toward Jayme.
He could smell the alcohol on her and cigarettes, as well as a sweet scent of perfume. He felt like he had never smelled something as intoxicating. He tiptoed around her clothes and stood next to her bed.
Up close he could see a tiny part of her areola peeking out of her dress. She was so pale it was hard to distinguish her areolas from the rest of her skin, but he was sure he saw a glimpse. He also saw her face, eye makeup smudged a tiny bit. She had a handful of freckles on her nose, and large lips for a white girl. His cock was throbbing now.
He leaned forward and twirled a single, soft curl in his fingertips. He squeezed his cock through his jeans and a low, barely audible moan escaped his lips. Jayme turned again, in her sleep. She rotated her body onto her left side, bringing her arm up underneath her head as an acting pillow.
Terrance froze as this happened, terrified of the consequences. When it was clear she was still sleeping, his hands became a little braver. Now, he touched her thigh, as lightly as possible. Her smooth legs felt hot to the touch, still shining from the heat.
His hand trailed up over her calf and up her thigh. He wanted to rip off her clothes. He wanted to get on top of her and shove his cock deep in her pussy. He wanted to suck and lick and fondle her 36D tits.
But no amount of whiskey could justify it.
She felt the tickle of his touch creep up her thigh in her sleep. She moved her leg away sharply, the momentum causing her to roll onto her back. She brought the soles of her feet together, splaying her legs open wide.
Terrance moved to the foot of the bed to try to look at her pussy. He crouched down to be on her same level and looked up her sundress. Her pussy was completely shaven. Pale white lips, with bright pink flesh on the inside. He moved his head as close he could without touching her to try to catch a whiff, but couldn't smell a thing.
As silently as he could, Terrance unzipped his jeans and pulled his eight inch cock out. He rubbed the tip of it, feeling the precum that had left a wet spot on his jeans. He ran his hands up each of her legs this time, a little firmer as not to tickle her.
As slowly as he could handle, he inched his way up her legs, moving to her inner thighs. He lightly rubbed her labia and after a minute, it begun to open for him. He could see her small clit.
He rubbed his cock with one hand, while his left hand explored the outside of her pussy.
Terrance began to wonder how drunk this girl was.
"How much could he get away with before she woke up? And if she did wake up would she be coherent enough to call the police?" he questioned silently in his mind.
The whiskey took over again, convincing him that she was too far gone, that she wouldn't wake up for anything. He began to rub the outside of her pussy harder, snaking his fingers beyond her lips to feel her heat.
He probed pussy, penetrating her with his finger, but just a quarter of an inch. Her pale skin looked even sexier with his finger inside her.
Terrance moaned again, and then feeling her get wetter, he pushed his finger in farther.
Jayme echoed his moan; Terrance froze in terror.
Again, Jayme didn't wake up. Instead she squirmed slightly with Terrance's index finger inside her. Then she lay motionless once again.
The whiskey began to infect Terrance's brain more now. Mixed with her intoxicating scent, he couldn't hold himself back any longer. He stood up and stripped out of his Echo t-shirt and baggy jeans. He climbed on top of the bed, without trying to shake the mattress too much.
He lightly pulled Jayme's legs apart farther and squeezed between them. He rubbed his dark cock on her pussy. Every time it rubbed against her clit, Jayme let out a soft moan.
He positioned herself at her entrance, teasing her hole slightly, teasing himself more. He was at the tipping point. The point of no return. If Jayme wasn't drunk beyond oblivion, there was no way she wouldn't wake up the moment he slid inside her.
Terrance was thick and long. And by the way the entrance of her hole clung to his cock, he knew that she would be a tight fit. He didn't second guess it.
With one quick stroke, he filled her completely.
