Iridescent shadows lined the hallway as she quietly moved down the dark path. Hands reached out, she let the smooth paint glide under the silken pads of her finger tips letting the wall lead the way. A door frame nudged her fingertips as she reached out to feel it was partially open. Pushing it she looked in and realized it was just the bathroom. Huffing to herself, she didn't dare turn the light on. The house was already spooky at night, thunder and lightning outside from a storm didn't make it any less spooky so she just decided to hurry. Reaching out she found the other side of the door frame and continued down the hallway until finally she felt the closed door to a bedroom. Reaching down she grasped the smooth metal of the doorknob and turned it slowly, pushing it open.
She slowly moved, not uttering a sound as she walked into the room, shutting the door behind her. The sound of socks sliding against carpet echoed as she shuffled along the floor towards the bed. She could see him lying there, the lightning from outside paired with a street lamp cast an eerie glow to his bed, and she could see as she got closer the way he slept. Soft hairs swept over his forehead a bit messy from tossing and turning as his left arm rested over his forehead as he lay on his back. She smiled down at the sleeping man reaching a hand out to gently stroke his cheek. He was beautiful this way, so peaceful and he slept heavily his chest visible under the plain white t-shirt he wore as it rose and fell. The blankets were wrapped around his legs tangling around the lengthy appendages his black pajama bottoms pulled down ever so slightly showing off the v shaped indents of his hips. Biting her lip she looked down at him and moved to the other side climbing in.
Prodding him with a finger she whispered, "Martin...the thunderstorm scared me...can I sleep with you?" She had been visiting him for the week, taking a mini residence on the couch down stairs and she waited for him to respond which was barely a grunt and mumbled yes, obviously sleep drunk. Pushing back the covered she scooted down into the blankets, the long t-shirt she wore sliding up her body revealing the purple silk panties she wore and nothing else. Snuggling up to him, his arm moved for her to fit against him, her chest to his side arm around his waist while her leg moved over his hips. Lying there she listened to the symphony the rain, thunder and his heartbeat made together. It was strangely amazing and she laid there looking up at the sleeping boy. They had been friends for what felt like ages, always flirting but never crossing the boundary of friendship.
Most of the time she had a boyfriend or he was just too busy with studies to even make a move and neither of them wanted it to go badly. Maybe it was her sleepiness or maybe it was the fact she couldn't take being this close to him and doing nothing, but her hand over his waist slowly began to move downwards. The smooth cotton shirt moved under her fingers, dragging slightly until she reached where it was angled just off his hip, warm skin revealed. Her fingertips swirled against his hipbone feeling the skin underneath and she caressed it gently her fingertips turning into a palms touch. She massaged the area, letting her skin feel how soft he was there before moving her hand up underneath the fabric. She had seen him take his shirt off many times over the summers, and while he wasn't some massive guy and he wasn't lanky, his body held his muscles in the perfect areas and proportions.
She was nervous as her fingers neared his chest, shaking almost as she tried to back out of the touching of his skin. He was hotter here than his hips, the skin almost radiating as her palm placed over his heart to feel the beats bumping against her. Closing her eyes she laid there for a moment, but soon her thigh rubbed back and forth to the music in her head, the lush thickness rubbing over his hidden member that had sometime in his sleep began to harden. Immediately she froze unsure what to do now, should she continue just rubbing against him, or should she stop all together?! Her mind flicked through her choices, stories of his size and intense sexual skill shared by other girls ran through her mind and jealousy clawed inside of her knotted belly.
She huffed lightly and made the choice, moving to just every slightly push her hand down his chest once more, down past his navel and onto the waistband of his pants. Her leg had moved from over him and she shifted, scooting down the bed till she was even lips to hips. Pulling at his pants she held her breath, releasing it in a slow hiss as his hardened cock was revealed to her. Between seven to eight inches in length, it throbbed furiously as if it ached to be touched. Her mouth salivated profusely as she stared, and before she knew what she was doing, her mouth was against the head, tongue slipped from between her lips lavishing the head with tender laps. He tasted so good, and his skin smelled like cherries and she couldn't resist anymore. Crawling she parted his legs taking place between them as her left hand reached out gripping around the middle her mouth opening wider to take the head inside of her mouth.
The moans from her throat were low like purrs as she slowly sucked him, her tongue slowly moving side to side under the ridge of his head. Every now and then she would glide it over the tip, dancing it along the slit that oozed pre cum and his hips jerked every now and then as his breath began to get heavier. Her mind played a little giggle inside at the thought of what he must be dreaming about and with gentle grace she pushed him into her mouth deeper, the bulbous head pressing to the back of her throat where her gag reflex sat. Her hand that gripped his cock moved to splay over hip pelvic bone as she set to work worshipping his cock. Her saliva pooled in her mouth, coating him with a thick layer before she began to push down, the head parting open her throat, pushing past the barrier. She had to focus, it was important and she squeezed her left thumb in her hand as she pushed down more and more against him the thick length nudging forward becoming encased in her coiling throat.
