Jason had met Kara through mutual friends and they'd hit it off immediately. Although Kara was undeniably attractive, their connection was purely platonic. So when she found herself in need of a place to live within weeks of Jason buying his new house - with its steep mortgage and spare bedroom - it had been a no-brainer. They liked the same TV shows, worked similar hours, and had the same friends. Simple.
Two weeks later, after Kara's housewarming party, things became less simple.
Kara had been catching Jason's eye all night, with smokey eyes and a cute black cocktail dress that clung to her soft curves. She'd also been keeping up with Jason drink for drink, eventually tapping out around midnight when she put her arm around Jason, leaned on him, and slurred
"I'm going to my room to pass out."
An hour later, after the last guests had left, Jason headed up to bed himself. Kara's door was wide open, the room's light illuminating the hallway. He leaned through the doorway, intending to pull it shut, but stopped like a deer in headlights.
Kara was lying on her front, diagonally, spread across the double bed. She was sleeping on top of the bed covers, her head turned to the right with her long auburn hair spread out across the pillow. She was completely naked. Jason couldn't help but stare as the light reflected off the smooth skin of her back and her ass.
He considered leaving her, but when she woke up she'd know he'd walked past and seen her. Would it be better to try to put her in the bed, he wondered? He decided to try rolling the sheet over to cover her, and entered the room quietly.
Kara was out cold, breathing heavily into her pillow. As Jason approached, he couldn't help but enjoy the view of her naked body - her breasts pushed out to the side, her cute, pert ass. He'd never felt so guilty, nor so turned on.
Kara snorted and shifted slightly in her sleep, moving her right leg. Opening it. Just wide enough for Jason to see directly between her thighs, to the neat folds of her pussy.
Jason sat down on the bed but instead of covering Kara up, he put his hand gently on her other leg, pushing softly. She opened to his touch, and he found himself sat between Kara's legs with a perfect view between them.
Jason kneeled on the bed, Kara's feet either side of him. He didn't know what he was hoping or expecting would happen. He was operating on pure instinct as he gently ran his hands over the back of her legs. She didn't react. No sound, no movement. He carefully put his thumbs on her inner thighs and kept moving them towards her body.
His heart was beating double-time as he reached the top of her legs, his fingers sliding onto her butt and his thumbs finding the warm, soft skin of her pussy. More out of habit than thought, he began to gently stroke her, running his thumb up and down her labia. She felt so soft.
Kara didn't move a muscle, her eyes still closed and her breathing steady. As Jason brought his thumb up to her butt for what he decided should be the last time, it slipped in between her lips. She was wet.
Kara moaned quietly. Jason froze, waiting for her to stir. Nothing.
His thumb now lubricated, wet from Kara's pussy, it moved smoothly over her skin. Jason felt emboldened as her breathing once more turned to a gentle groan. He pushed gently, where she felt wettest, and his finger slipped inside her.
Jason waited a moment to see if Kara would finally wake up. Although her breathing was becoming shallow, she didn't move. He started to stroke, curling the tip of his finger against her g-spot. He heard her breath change again, increasing in tempo. He continued to stroke her, until she was almost panting.
Kara inhaled sharply, then briefly stopped breathing altogether as her hips rose off the bed. Seconds later, her entire body shivered. Jason felt her muscles contract, squeezing his finger tight as she came. Jason gently withdrew his hand and Kara's body relaxed back onto the bed. She was soon snoring again, and Jason retreated to his own room in a daze.
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The following morning, Jason came downstairs to find Kara, nowhere near as hungover as she ought to be.
"Did I do anything stupid last night?" She asked.
"You didn't do anything," Jason replied, truthfully. "You just passed out."
"Yeah, that sounds about right." She smiled. "You'd be amazed at what I can sleep through."
The day passed without incident, and by that afternoon Jason was satisfied that the experience had been a strange one-off. Still, he couldn't stop thinking about it. About how good Kara felt, how much he'd wanted to go further.
Jason spent the evening trying to distract himself with tasks he'd been putting off. Displacement. He was sitting on the floor of his bedroom taking a screwdriver to an old guitar pedal when he heard Kara's voice.
