The Move 13

What's this? I'm suddenly awake. I had fallen asleep face down on a couch at the house party, and I guess several hours had passed, as it was quiet and most people were gone. The only light was a street lamp shining through the window. But what woke me up was someone touching my ass. I felt a man's hand caressing my butt cheek through my skirt. My instinct was to turn over and yell at him to stop, but, for some reason, I didn't. I was curious to see what he would do next, and how far he would go, so I pretended to still be asleep.

His hand moved downward to the edge of my skirt. He slid a finger under the hem and gently pushed the skirt up, his fingernails so gently and deliciously grazing my skin as they went. I hoped my goosebumps didn't give away the fact that I was awake. He clearly didn't think I was. With my ass fully exposed, he started gently kissing it. He then pulled down my thong, hop-scotching his kisses over the fabric as it descended down my ass cheek. He traced his fingers up my thigh, up along the crease with my butt, and back downward and inward, gently but purposefully, toward my pussy.

***

Let's back up a bit. New girl. New town. I'm 19. Not going to college, and not sure I want to. But I definitely don't want to stay in the small town I grew up. So I decided to just go to the nearest big town and just get a job and see what happens, and meet people. The trouble is I'm painfully shy. And you can't run away from yourself. Wherever you go, there you are. I needed to force myself out of it. So I got a job at a local bar and grill.

I met some friends working at the bar, mostly college kids. They are cool, and we start hanging out after closing, and they invite me to all sorts of parties and get-togethers. This is great. I can hang out with fun people, without the hassle of seeing them every day on campus. Plenty of time for proper schooling next year or later. The group has some really cute boys, but I'm too shy to flirt. And they all seemed to pick up on that, or thought I was stuck up. They were friendly enough, but it never seemed to progress to anything romantic, or sexual. Unfortunately, I wanted it to progress to sexual. I was horny as hell. There was just a disconnect between my wants and my ability to express them. These fucking guys were either too clueless or too respectful to pick up on my hints. Well that, and also I was incapable of hinting... Annoying!

Anyway, on the night in question, the gang had invited me to a party at the huge house 5 or 6 of them lived in together. It was a good time and I had had a few drinks, and it was the day after two late shifts at the restaurant, so I laid down on the couch and dozed off.

***

Back to now. The guy--I don't know who, and never will--was crawling his fingers toward my pussy. He gently wiggled them around til he found the space between my pussy lips that led to my opening. I wasn't wet yet, and he could tell. I felt him retract his fingers and heard him put them in his mouth, slobbering all over them, coating them with his saliva. When he brought them back to me they slid into my cunt so smoothly that I started to get wet on my own.

He still thought I was asleep.

Again he withdrew his fingers to his mouth, but this time he must have lubed up his own dick with his spit, because that was the next thing I felt. A warm fleshy bulb, pushing, insisting, finally finding my pussy entrance, and working its way in. Slowly. Gently. I could tell he didn't want to disturb me too much, lest I wake up. His breath was trembling and I could practically hear his heart racing. He was being a sneaky little rapist, and I loved it. My cunt got instantly hot and wet as he wormed his dick into me. It was so hard not to react to it and give myself away. I had to focus and lay still and let him use me. It didn't take long for the wrongness of his actions to make him cum. He was trying so hard not to get caught. Just a few slow, furtive strokes in and out of a (to his knowledge) unconscious girl made him blow his load. I did appreciate how he held his dick still inside me so I could feel the throbbing of his ejaculation. Again, it was a challenge not to buck my hips back against him. I felt the pulsing subside as he finished emptying his balls into me. When he was done, I could hear the panic in his breathing again. He was still terrified of getting caught. He very slowly pulled out his dick, lifted himself off the couch, and pulled up his jeans. I felt his fingers slide my panties back up my ass and pull my skirt down. What a gentleman! He tiptoed his way out of the room.

When I was sure he was gone, I slipped my hand down the front of my underwear and stroked my clit which was now slick with his cum oozing out of my pussy. I fingered myself furiously and in less than a minute gave myself a mind-melting orgasm. I managed not to moan, but my body shuddered uncontrollably. It was the best sex I'd ever had.

I didn't cum while he fucked me, but what I got instead was better. Now I had what I needed. I had A Move.

***

The best I'd ever had? Really? Unfortunately, yeah. I got my v-card punched when I was 18, and as it is for most girls, it wasn't great. He was just a guy from a dating app (I lied about may age). I wanted to get it over with, and I didn't want it to be special. And oh boy did I get what I wanted. I met a random older guy (who also definitely lied about his age) for coffee, and then drove him in my mom's minivan to a poorly- lit suburb street and let him take it. He climbed on top of me and put his stumpy dick in my vagina with no foreplay. He grunted and shoved it in. It wasn't even fully in before he came. Just a few shallow thrusts that hurt the whole time. He smelled like celery. I drove him home and was just glad it was over with.

Sometime later that year I had a "boyfriend". He was actually more like a guy who just wanted to fuck me for a few weeks. He was always selfish and wouldn't even touch me with his hands while he used my pussy to activate orgasms for himself. I thought if I let him do it enough, eventually he would like me. He never did. He eventually ghosted me.

Sex seemed like a weird puzzle to solve. I wanted it, desired it, but so far it wasn't good. I hadn't even been able to do it enough to figure out what pleased me. I was so horny, but had to rely on my hands and toys.

***

The party where first got violated in my "sleep" was a Saturday, and most of the gang were busy with finals the following week, which meant two things. Firstly, there was guaranteed to be a weekend of ragers after, and secondly I had time to plan my Move. It seemed simple enough. Go to a party and pretend to fall asleep. Thing is, it happened spontaneously the first time. I wasn't sure it would work the way I wanted if I tried to make it happen. What if it wasn't as good as being taken by surprise? What if it was way worse, and hurt me? Or, worst of all, what if no guy took the bait? I didn't think I could handle that disappointment. What if this was all just a terrible idea? I had a week of serving happy hour appletinis to think about it.

Towards the end of the week, Kaylee was the one who texted me.

"Guuuurrrrrllll are you coming to the house Friday night??"

"Probably yeah. Who's gonna be there?"

"EVERYONE. Meaning you too, bitch!"

"See you then :)"

***

I ended my shift at the restaurant at 10:00 and went home to get ready. I showered and gave my downstairs a complete and detailed shave. What to wear? I happened to have a skirt on the first time, so something like that seemed best. Pants were a no-go. Even the bolder guys would probably hesitate to try to get them off me. I considered some loose short shorts. But no, I didn't want to have any obstacle. I needed to get fucked. I didn't have a huge wardrobe to choose from, but I did have a little black dress. Form fitting on top to show off my perky tits, and loose below the waist for access. The halter top showed my shoulders and arms too. I didn't put on any bra or panties, obviously. Light makeup, and threw my hair into a messy bun. Perfect.

Of course they made fun of me. Friends are great for that.

"Oh shit, is it the Met Gala tonight?"

"Damn, are you going somewhere nice after this?"

"Sorry your highness, the cotillion is two doors down."

Har har, guys. But it was all in good fun. It was getting towards midnight when I arrived, but there were still a lot of people partying in the house. I chatted with friends, but was constantly looking around at the prospects. There were a lot of hot guys, mid guys, and not-so-great guys. I wondered who was going to be the one to do it. I also loved the fact that I wouldn't know who it would be, and didn't care. I just wanted to be taken, be used, and revel in my femaleness. I was getting wet just thinking about it. It made me impatient. Everyone was happily hanging out, and having a good time, and it was taking forrreevvvveerrr. The outfit and 'do were working though. Guys were glancing at me. It felt nice.

I poured myself one drink and nursed it throughout the night. I didn't want to actually pass out. I wanted to be awake and feel it and able to remember it all. Around 1 AM, while there were still a lot of people hanging out, I moved from group to group, very casually letting people know I was gonna crash in a spare bedroom. I made a big show of pretending to stumble up the stairs. The guest bedroom was the door to the right on the first landing upstairs. I laid face down on top of the sheets. Hmm, not good enough. I reached back and hiked my dress up above my ass, and angled a leg up to not only leave my pussy exposed, but make it extra visible. The hallway light through the cracked door shone on me like a spotlight. This was my Move.

And I waited.

And waited.

To pass the time I replayed the event from last weekend in my head. I recalled waking up to someone touching me uninvited, and just laying there while he violated my body. I started getting wet and slid my hand between me and the bed to play with my pussy. I was just getting started when I heard someone drunkenly stumbling up the steps, and into the bathroom across the hall. I heard the loud splash of someone peeing standing up. He finished and came back out. A shadow blocked the beam of light from the hall. Then the light widened as he came in, and disappeared as he shut the door. The only light now was coming from the window. He paused, probably waiting for his eyes to adjust. My heart was pounding. What if this was a mistake? What if he hurt me? Unlike the first time, I was doing this deliberately. It wasn't too late to leave. I was about to get up when I felt a knee come down on the bed between my legs. I heard him unzip his pants. He planted one hand on the bed next to my shoulder, and used the other to push his dick into me.

Where the first guy was hesitant and nervous, this one was brazen. Maybe he was feeling bold and uninhibited because he was drunk. He plunged his whole cock inside me--I was already wet from touching myself--and began pounding hard. So hard. He was big, too. My fingers were still on my clit so I started rubbing as he thrust into me. I doubt he even noticed. I had gotten myself ready so it didn't take much time for me to get off. I had to bite the pillow to keep from moaning. He was definitely drunk because he took a lot longer than the first guy to cum. He was breathing hard as he pumped faster and faster trying to get himself to the edge, while I was riding the edge between pleasure and pain. I rubbed another one out. Finally I heard him exhale hard and grunt as he shifted gears to slow and hard, slamming home the last few strokes towards his climax. The sensation of his hot fluid spilling into me made me involuntarily cum again. I hoped my pussy clenching around his cock didn't give away that I was awake. After a few moments his breathing returned to normal, and he pulled his dick out, his pants up, and left.

I let the semen drip out of my pussy, and fell asleep with a smile on my face.

Weekend mornings were usually chill and welcoming in the Big House, with eggs and bacon aplenty for whoever needed them after staying over, no shame about whatever happened in the night. I ate my eggs and bacon with pride. After breakfast everyone went off to their studies or day jobs and they all said "you're coming again tonight, right?"

Oh, I would be. In more ways than one.

I went home for a nap, a shower, and a change of clothes.

***

Back in the house that night in a tank top and a pink a-line skirt, a bit more casual this time. Hair in a high pony. I looked like Barbie, but whatever. I thought this time it might be more fun to see if someone was bold enough to take me on the couch again, in a common room, where he would be more likely to get caught. Let's see who really wants it. So I posted up in the big living room. Chatting and charming everyone and every group that passed through throughout the night. I may have got a bit more theatrical, pretending to be drunk, even though my red dixie cup only ever had club soda in it. I parked my ass on the couch and flirted with the rotating lineup of dudes who sat next to me. It was getting dark, and lights were going out. I slowly feigned being tired, and chose the last guy who was chatting me up. I swear to you I knew he was a virgin. I could smell it on him. So I made my Move. I said I was sleepy in the drunkest way possible, and tipped over on the couch we were on and pushed my butt into him. He seemed unsure what to do. I reached back intertwined my fingers with his and pulled him down to spoon me with his arm around me and placed his hand on my boob. I pretended to fall asleep.

He was such a sweet boy. He laid there curled around me for at least an hour, as the party wound down. People went home or to bed, and the lights were turned off. I'm sure he couldn't believe his luck. He slid his fingers out of my grip, caressing my skin, up my arm, across my shoulder and down my spine. Instant goosebumps. The room was completely dark and silent. I felt his hand travel all over my body and wondered if it was his first time touching a woman this way. He slipped his hand up my shirt and felt my boobs. It was curious groping, as if he'd never felt boobs before. He touched my nipples and I could feel his erection growing in his pants. He reached down between us pulled up my skirt. Obviously I wasn't wearing panties. He caressed and squeezed my ass. I made sure not to respond. He shifted and flipped his hard cock out of his pants. I felt his hot member press against my lower back. He sneaked his hand between my legs to touch my pussy. He definitely did not know what he was doing. I felt his fingers poke and prod their way between my labia. It was a little uncomfortable, but I wanted to see if he would keep going, so I tolerated it. I started getting wet which helped.

Eventually he found the opening to my vagina, and slid a finger slowly in up to the knuckle. That felt alright, and I got wetter. He worked his finger in and out of my pussy, clearly enjoying himself. His breath was hot against the back of my neck. He pulled his finger out and rested his hand on my hip. I could feel his hot cock throbbing against my lower back. I could tell he was making a decision, or working up the courage. He reached his hand down and angled his dick downward, settling it between my ass cheeks, pointed towards my pussy. Yeah, he was going to try it. He started doing slow, gentle thrusts, working the head of his dick closer and closer, deeper between my legs, until the shaft was rubbing along my labia. I was wet enough by now that it felt nice. Whether he was taking his time to savor it, or he was just nervous to go farther, or was having trouble finding my vagina, it felt good either way. Each time the head pushed past my clit, it sent a jolt of pleasure through my whole body. With every stroke he worked his way deeper between my lips, and closer to the entrance to my vagina. The head of his penis grazed the opening, he drew back a little more and the tip encountered a slight resistance. He pushed just a little, and it was in! He gasped. He had crossed a major threshold. He was no longer a virgin. His life would never be the same again. I smiled in the dark.

Slowly he sank the rest of his shaft into me. I could feel his whole body trembling with pleasure. I've heard from guys that penetrating a pussy is like sinking into a warm bath. I love that feeling and tried to imagine the sensations this guy was experiencing for the first time. He buried his dick up to the base and held it there. I was sure he was worried about cumming too fast. For all he knew I was passed out drunk, so he wasn't worried about disappointing me. He just wanted his first time to last, so he could enjoy it. I felt him pull back just a bit, trying a shallow thrust. His breathing was getting fast already as he pushed back in. One more thrust, and I mischievously clenched my pussy around his dick. "Oh no," he whispered and gave a tiny grunt as he came explosively inside me. His dick got even hotter as it pulsed and filled me with hot semen. He panted quietly as he kept spurting seven, eight, nine... twelve times. Poor guy, he didn't stand a chance his first time. Especially like this. Even the first guy who assaulted me was overstimulated by the wrongness of it. A first-timer is helpless against pussy magic.

He was still inside me and hard. I lay there pressed against him, enjoying the feeling of him wrapped around me (and me around him). A few minutes went by. Then he started moving again. His dick was still rock hard, because of course it was. He thrust shallowly, like his first two thrusts, but kept going. Now that he had already finished once, he would be able to last longer. He kept humping, drawing his cock out a little more each time, until he was giving me the full length of his shaft with each stroke. He kept going like this for several minutes. He was a nice size, and it was starting to feel seriously good to me too. He stopped. For a second I was disappointed, thinking he was done or giving up on being able to cum again.

Fortunately he just wanted to turn me to be face down so he could fuck me prone. Without pulling out, he spread my legs. And with his dick still inside me he leaned up and pulled off his t-shirt. It's so funny how guys do that during sex. It must make it feel better. When he laid back down on me I could feel his skin against mine, his weight on top of me. Ok, yeah, it does feel better. He started fucking me again. In this position he was thrusting against my ass with his dick deep inside me. His pace increased, until he was pounding me hard. I could feel I was on my way to climaxing too. He was frantically bunny-humping me now. I squeezed my cunt around him to help him along. He arched his back and drove home the final thrusts as he came again. And I did too.

He collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily. It felt nice, like a weighted blanket, but a man. He kissed the back of my neck gently a few times. His dick got soft and slipped out, and he seemed to remember that I was not his girlfriend, and hurriedly got up and made his exit. He needed to get a girlfriend.

***

One of the guys in the gang was in a fraternity, and the next weekend the were throwing one of their traditional big summer toga parties. I felt like I was ready to level up my Move. A frat party seemed like a fun challenge.

I sort of drifted through the next week. Hopefully I didn't mess up too much at work. I was daydreaming about getting fucked by strangers.

When the Saturday night of the toga party rolled around, I could barely contain my excitement. For my toga I bought a silk bedsheet, that after I tied it on just floated above my skin. No bra or panties, of course. The sensation felt delicious, and would keep me in a state of arousal all night.