Stephanie had not planned for Matt to fuck her last night. She had, in fact, rejected him multiple times in the last month. But he slipped inside of her anyway.
It started at a party. Emily, Stephanie's best friend, had gotten a promotion that was near-impossible as a full time college student and they were getting roaring drunk to celebrate.
The place was pretty packed compared to the original plan but that wasn't particularly surprising. It's college. Friends invite a friend-of-friend and all that. Unfortunately, that meant Matt was there as well. He was nice, she thinks, but annoyingly persistent even when given a very clear no. Luke, Emily's boy toy, had invited him like usual. Which is even more annoying because Stephanie had asked him not to. Luke only listens to her requests about half of the time because "he's my bro" and couldn't she just go on one date with him? He's a nice guy, give him a chance.
Stephanie always ignored him when he said that. She had no interest in someone who couldn't understand that no is a full sentence.
The party was fun anyway. She always had a fun time with Emily but getting drunk off her face doubled it.
"We should probably stop," slurred Emily but Luke brought over more fruity drinks and we downed them anyway. Emily then dragged Stephanie back to the dance floor. Which made them both miss the smirk Luke had sent Matt, who had been hovering around the edges of the party all night. He had been watching Stephanie and seemed to be getting closer the drunker she got. Not that she noticed.
The next thing Stephanie really processed was Luke herding them to a very comfy couch. Stephanie was kind of relieved, her feet had gone numb and her legs ached, but she pouted with Emily anyway. Luke laughed.
"You need to actually be able to walk to get upstairs, you know," he said, "If you two keep going the way you are you're gonna drop and I don't want to be the one that has to carry both of you."
"Spoilsport," Stephanie grumbles but Emily is grinning.
"Oh, so you want to go up stairs, huh?" She moves so that she's facing him instead of laying against him and trails a hand down to his crotch. She's a bit wobbly so it probably isn't as sexy as she was trying to be but she had all of Luke's attention anyway.
"Why don't we finish this celebration with a bang?" He thrusts into her hand at 'bang' which sends Emily into a giggling fit while nodding. "Okay, baby, let's get you upstairs."
Stephanie isn't putting on her pout now. She didn't want the night to end just yet and she didn't have anyone to keep her company. All their close friends had either left or gone upstairs with a special someone. Plus, her feet were still numb.
"'M not sure I can manage stairs," she manages to say. The alcohol seems to be hitting her harder now that she's sitting down.
"That's fine. Matt will take you," Luke says without taking his eyes off Emily. Stephanie can see his hands have crept under Emily's dress.
"Wha? No, why would I," Stephanie tries to protest but Luke has already signalled Matt over.
"Hey, ladies," he tries a charming grin. Emily giggles but Stephanie scoffs and looks away. She thinks she does anyway. The world is tilting a lot more than it was five minutes ago and she's finding it hard to keep her head up.
"He's not-" Stephanie tries again but this time Emily cuts her off.
"Aw, c'mon Steph. It'll only a little bit and you don't wanna drag my boy away from me on my big night, do you?" Emily pouts. Stephanie wants to protest that if it's only a little bit then Luke can take her, but she's always struggled to say no to Emily.
"Fine," she huffs and leans towards Emily to kiss her cheek. They're both extremely drunk so Stephanie hits more lips than cheek which gives them both a giggle. She doesn't notice Luke's laser focus on the action and holds a hand out for Matt to pull her up. She doesn't want to embarrass herself by doing it herself.
"Jus' to my bedroom door, mmkay?" she tells him and he nods vigourisly as he pulls her closer by the waist. She frowns and pushes one hand off. She only needs steadying, thank you very much.
Luke throws Emily's legs around him and stands up which causes her to squeal and wrap her arms around his shoulders.
"Have fun," he says and walks toward the stairs, clearly impatient to get Emily alone. Stephanie huffs. He's taking all the fun with him.
"We should go too," Matt says, "You look pretty far gone." Emily huffs again. This is not how she wanted her night to end but whatever.
"'M fine," she says but stumbles on her first step. Matt's arm goes around her waist to catch her and as annoying as him touching her is she thinks it makes sense now that she's face-planting level drunk. He pulls her against his chest and she squirms in his arms.
"I'm sorry," he says, "I just don't want you to fall,"
It takes a minute for Stephanie to understand what he's saying through her drunk haze but she thinks it sounds right so she stops struggling. She probably doesn't need to be pressed fully against him, this is way closer than she ever wanted him to get, but she is pretty drunk so...fine.
It's still a bit of a struggle up the stairs, she feels him rub against so many places, but he gets her to her room.
"Mmkay, go away," she says. She giggles when she realises that it rhymes.
"Are you sure?" Matt says. He watches her fumble with the door knob. "Why don't I just help you into bed? Make sure you don't fall over before you get there."
Stephanie really doesn't want him in her room but the idea of crashing to the floor and spending the night there sounds worse so she nods reluctantly. Matt's grin is wide as he opens the door and pulls her inside.
He carefully helps her sit on her bed and watches as she struggles with the straps on her heels. She really regrets wearing the ones that lace around her ankles.
"Here," he says and kneels down. Stephanie doesn't process what he said let alone meant before he has both her heels off. He stands back up and looks down at her. She stares back up at him with glazed eyes and a half confused expression.
"Thanks, I think," she says but it comes out slow and it's hard to understand anything she's saying at this point. Matt continues looking at her.
"You have a nice room," he says. That seems to bring her back a bit.
"Yeah, you're not gonna see it again. Go away now," she sinks back onto her bed. She has no idea where her pillow is and one of her legs is hanging off the edge but she's too exhausted to care.
"Of course, but how about I get you some aspirin and water for the morning?"
Stephanie grunts. She really doesn't want him in her room any more but the idea of not having to struggle in the morning to find it makes it worth it and gestures to her wardrobe. She's too drunk to remember that the pills are in the draw below her underwear and that him opening her underwear draw is very high. She hears two draws opening and a very long pause. She thinks she hears something else, a rifling sound, but it could just be the wind. She passes out as she hears the third draw opening.
A flash wakes her up and she feels something warm on her boob and a funny taste in her mouth. The warm thing squeezes and she realises it's a hand.
That couldn't be right. She didn't invite a guy up, did she?
The hand moves to pull gently at her nipple and she notices how wet she is between her thighs. Has this been going on for a while? She should wake up and move and get them to stop. But her eyelids are so heavy and her hands aren't any better. She can barely move her mouth and no sound comes out. How much did she drink? She forgot to keep track.
One hand runs down her side and slowly begins to lift her skirt. She should definitely stop this but the feeling of her nipple being rolled distracts her. It had been a while since she'd been touched and this feels really good. She could let it go on a little longer. It's just some fingers.
Cautious fingers run over her slit and the buzzing pleasure it gives her makes her very happy with her decision. Her panties are moved aside and there's another flash. She's trying to think of what it could be when the fingers find her clit and the thoughts fall out of her head.
She's so so happy that he went there. It just proves how good of a choice she made. What guy goes for the clit when he has a willing pussy right there? At this point she's convinced herself he won't even enter her let alone pull his dick out.
The hand on her tit moves down to her thigh and opens her legs more. The action is soon followed by warm breath against her pussy. She should probably be concerned but it sends a shiver down her spine. The tongue that follows only builds the pleasure. This is more than fingers but it's not like it's his dick so it's probably safe. It doesn't matter that he's focusing more on her dripping lips than her clit now because it feels so damn good. And it's safe. Probably.
The tongue pushing inside her makes her feel a little crazy. She wants him to go faster but he seems to be savouring her. It feels like endless torture, especially since he's completely ignoring her clit now. There's no way she can cum like this and it makes the pleasure build until it's unbearable.
He pulls away and there's another flash. It makes her remember the other ones and that she might need to be concerned about them but then fingers are inside of her and it's all she can focus on. They feel so good as they pump in and out of her. She can't remember if she wanted it to go this far or not but it doesn't seem important right now. They're moving much faster than his tongue and curling in a way that sends pleasurable shocks through her body. A thumb finds her clit and it's heaven.
