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22/05/2018
My boyfriend had broken up with me. Within seconds of hearing those words, I grabbed my keys and drove to my brother's house, weeping the whole way. My brother was very kind to me as I cried on his couch, and told me I could stay with him and his friends for the week until I could move out of my ex's apartment that weekend.
It was a small house that my brother shared with his band, and occasionally some of his bandmates' girlfriends. Adrian, the rythm guitarist's older brother, was staying in the garage. He was a friend of mine too; we had mutual friends and had been meeting up for about a year for game nights. When I opened the door to the garage, he was standing there, a glass pipe in hand. Without hesitation, he offered me a hit, and I spent the next week with him, smoking weed and drinking wine and spilling the contents of my broken heart. We got much closer that week.
Months later, I've moved back home, and the sexual frustration of being single and sleeping alone was getting to me. I was drunk on the phone with a friend, talking about her online exploits, when I impulsively texted Avery: "Wanna hang out, just us?" I'd seen the way he looked at me sometimes, his eyes the most piercing blue I had ever seen. Last time we had been with all our friends I had drunkenly given him advice on how to find a g-spot; the words "I can show you" slipped out and didn't go unnoticed. I wanted sex, and had a feeling he would oblige if I could get him alone.
I arrived at the apartment he was now sharing with his family, only one of his brothers home, so engrossed in his headphones he didn't have the focus to even greet me as I came in the door. Perfect.
Avery and I sat on his bed for hours, playing video games and smoking. We were high enough that we were both lying on his bed now. The controller in his hand and his eyes on the screen, I gently placed a hand on his thigh and felt his whole body tense up. I asked if I was too close and he whispered "no." We continued to play, but his position shifted, getting closer and closer to me until we were basically spooning; the tension was palpable and I didn't want to wait any longer. I hit pause, turned around, and kissed him.
He smiled at me when I pulled away, staring at me with those blue eyes. "Do you know how long I've wanted to do that?" he said, his fingers tracing the back of my ear, running through my short hair.
"How long?"
"Since you broke up with that idiot who doesn't deserve you."
I hesitated, but kissed him again. He returned it passionately, his hands wrapping around me, sucking on my lip. I came up breathless, and had to pause for a moment, assessing my feelings, wanting to keep going but not wanting to hurt my friend. "I can't commit to anything serious. But I do want to play with you."
That seemed to be okay with him. Before I knew it I was on top of him, his tongue fighting for a way down my throat, my hips grinding against his jeans. His fingers began to slide up my shirt, asking for permission. I slid my tank top over my head, exposing my favorite black bra; too small, my breasts spilling out over the sides. I wanted his shirt off too, and I kissed his neck as I worked it over his chest. His fingers were busy with my bra, but as soon as it was unhooked, he obliged, both of us now topless.
He sat up and I was straddling his lap, his tongue licking and biting at my nipples. I held a fistful of his shoulder length hair, feeling the scratch of his freshly-trimmed beard on the soft skin of my tits. I love having my nipples teased, and tiny moans started to escape my lips, only barely aware of the danger of being caught. My nails dug into his back. I could feel myself getting wet, and I could feel him getting hard. I was filled with desire.
Adrian could sense this, and broke away from my chest just long enough to whisper; "Do you want me to eat you?" I was able to rasp out a "yes" before he dropped me on my back, sliding my pants off, giving attention to the nipple he had missed. The box fan blowing on the saliva on my skin made me shiver. I was barely able to keep my eyes open when his lips met my clit. I'd never been eaten out with such enthusiasm, especially not from my ex. He licked and sucked and teased with his teeth, making me squirm and cry, then slid his tongue as deep inside as it would go. I gasped and held his hair back with my hands, my legs holding him tight around the shoulders. He was starting to sweat, and so was I, barely able to process the feeling of being fucked by his tongue, his beard rubbing against my sensitive lips. My body shook as I came around his tongue.
I was ravenous now, a demanding lover, not a pillow princess, and I pinned him onto his back, trying to undo his belt with shaking hands. I would find out later that he wasn't used to blowjobs during sex, and I was about to blow his mind. His dick was hard, and while substantial, wasn't too big that I couldn't take all of him without choking. I began by wrapping my lips around just the head, and he was already groaning. I sucked on that cock with fervor, his moans prompting me to give him more, and brought my mouth down balls-deep, his head hitting the back of my throat. He was losing his mind, trying to tell me how good it felt, how no one had done this before. I came up for air and looked him in the eyes, massaging his balls in my hand. He asked me if I wanted it. I said yeah I do.
I stayed the night at his house, taking breaks between sex to talk about the rules of our engagement, things we wanted to try with each other, getting food together, and taking naps, our fingers tracing each other's skin. We planned on getting together as often as possible after that.
It was a small house that my brother shared with his band, and occasionally some of his bandmates' girlfriends. Adrian, the rythm guitarist's older brother, was staying in the garage. He was a friend of mine too; we had mutual friends and had been meeting up for about a year for game nights. When I opened the door to the garage, he was standing there, a glass pipe in hand. Without hesitation, he offered me a hit, and I spent the next week with him, smoking weed and drinking wine and spilling the contents of my broken heart. We got much closer that week.
Months later, I've moved back home, and the sexual frustration of being single and sleeping alone was getting to me. I was drunk on the phone with a friend, talking about her online exploits, when I impulsively texted Avery: "Wanna hang out, just us?" I'd seen the way he looked at me sometimes, his eyes the most piercing blue I had ever seen. Last time we had been with all our friends I had drunkenly given him advice on how to find a g-spot; the words "I can show you" slipped out and didn't go unnoticed. I wanted sex, and had a feeling he would oblige if I could get him alone.
I arrived at the apartment he was now sharing with his family, only one of his brothers home, so engrossed in his headphones he didn't have the focus to even greet me as I came in the door. Perfect.
Avery and I sat on his bed for hours, playing video games and smoking. We were high enough that we were both lying on his bed now. The controller in his hand and his eyes on the screen, I gently placed a hand on his thigh and felt his whole body tense up. I asked if I was too close and he whispered "no." We continued to play, but his position shifted, getting closer and closer to me until we were basically spooning; the tension was palpable and I didn't want to wait any longer. I hit pause, turned around, and kissed him.
He smiled at me when I pulled away, staring at me with those blue eyes. "Do you know how long I've wanted to do that?" he said, his fingers tracing the back of my ear, running through my short hair.
"How long?"
"Since you broke up with that idiot who doesn't deserve you."
I hesitated, but kissed him again. He returned it passionately, his hands wrapping around me, sucking on my lip. I came up breathless, and had to pause for a moment, assessing my feelings, wanting to keep going but not wanting to hurt my friend. "I can't commit to anything serious. But I do want to play with you."
That seemed to be okay with him. Before I knew it I was on top of him, his tongue fighting for a way down my throat, my hips grinding against his jeans. His fingers began to slide up my shirt, asking for permission. I slid my tank top over my head, exposing my favorite black bra; too small, my breasts spilling out over the sides. I wanted his shirt off too, and I kissed his neck as I worked it over his chest. His fingers were busy with my bra, but as soon as it was unhooked, he obliged, both of us now topless.
He sat up and I was straddling his lap, his tongue licking and biting at my nipples. I held a fistful of his shoulder length hair, feeling the scratch of his freshly-trimmed beard on the soft skin of my tits. I love having my nipples teased, and tiny moans started to escape my lips, only barely aware of the danger of being caught. My nails dug into his back. I could feel myself getting wet, and I could feel him getting hard. I was filled with desire.
Adrian could sense this, and broke away from my chest just long enough to whisper; "Do you want me to eat you?" I was able to rasp out a "yes" before he dropped me on my back, sliding my pants off, giving attention to the nipple he had missed. The box fan blowing on the saliva on my skin made me shiver. I was barely able to keep my eyes open when his lips met my clit. I'd never been eaten out with such enthusiasm, especially not from my ex. He licked and sucked and teased with his teeth, making me squirm and cry, then slid his tongue as deep inside as it would go. I gasped and held his hair back with my hands, my legs holding him tight around the shoulders. He was starting to sweat, and so was I, barely able to process the feeling of being fucked by his tongue, his beard rubbing against my sensitive lips. My body shook as I came around his tongue.
I was ravenous now, a demanding lover, not a pillow princess, and I pinned him onto his back, trying to undo his belt with shaking hands. I would find out later that he wasn't used to blowjobs during sex, and I was about to blow his mind. His dick was hard, and while substantial, wasn't too big that I couldn't take all of him without choking. I began by wrapping my lips around just the head, and he was already groaning. I sucked on that cock with fervor, his moans prompting me to give him more, and brought my mouth down balls-deep, his head hitting the back of my throat. He was losing his mind, trying to tell me how good it felt, how no one had done this before. I came up for air and looked him in the eyes, massaging his balls in my hand. He asked me if I wanted it. I said yeah I do.
I stayed the night at his house, taking breaks between sex to talk about the rules of our engagement, things we wanted to try with each other, getting food together, and taking naps, our fingers tracing each other's skin. We planned on getting together as often as possible after that.
Poster:
Percy Blake
