It was my gay best friend's 18th birthday and we were having a house party. I'd gone there with a girl who I'd been sleeping with casually for a few weeks. She was a short, pretty girl with jet-black hair similar to mine. We were into the same things sexually and in general and at the time I felt that things would end up going further than just casual sex. We had already spent the afternoon smoking pot and getting intimate. We both loved to please each other. We'd spend hours licking each other out and just hearing her moan with pleasure while I went to work was enough to get me off.
Anyway. . . . we turned up to this party and I was already slightly stoned. I said happy birthday to my friend and we went straight through to the kitchen to grab some drinks which really wasn't a great idea, as on the way I spotted Jess in the cloakroom kissing another girl. It wasnt a big deal I'd never really seen her before, I noticed how good looking she was but nothing more; I was there with a girlfriend, so was she, no big deal.
After about an hour of heavy drinking I was dead on my feet, but my casual girlfriend couldnt stop herself anymore. She pretty much dragged me up the stairs. Kissing me, caressing me and really not caring that everyone knew what we were about to get up to. I tried to tell her I wasn't up to doing what she wanted to do, I was too drunk and I didnt like the idea of having sex in my friends bed (bit frigid I know!).
She was having none of it, she thrust her hand down my leggings and began to stroke me, very gently just how she knew I loved it, she was kissing my neck and nibbling my ear, begging me to have sex with her. I kept saying that I couldn't. I asked her to stop over and over but I kept groaning with pleasure despite myself and that was all the encouragment she needed. She ripped my shirt and bra open and began to tongue my nipple. And that is honestly the last thing I remember.
Like a true lightweight, the pot and drink caught up with me and I passed out.
I woke up at about 2:30 in the morning, around 3 hours later. I was in the bathroom, with one of my friends shirts on but missing my bra. I was sat leant up against the wall with someone stroking my hair. I'd assumed it was my friend so I just kept moaning how awful I felt and apologised for ruining her birthday party.
"It's not my birthday" she said, the first words Jess had ever really said to me, (apart from a few 'Hello's' at parties,) "and anyway it was your girlfriend who ruined it".
She wasnt angry with me, she was smiling but I could tell something had upset her. It turned out that after my casual-girlfriend had got bored of trying to revive me she had left with the girl Jess had been with earlier.
"We weren't together", she said, "but I did quite like her".
She explained how she'd seen me staggering around trying to get to the bathroom, that she'd helped me there, found me a shirt to wear to replace the one my 'girlfriend' had ruined, and stayed with me while I was 'feeling ill'. She also told me I'd been mumbling how pretty she looked and how I'd noticed her downstairs earlier and felt attracted. I couldn't remember any of it but from how much I blushed I think she could tell that I'd meant it.
We stayed up talking for the rest of the night while I came around and by around 7 o clock I felt better, and by 10 I'd decided it was time to go home.
I lived in a flat not far away from the party. I asked her if she wanted to come round for breakfast. I won't bore you describing the rest of the day. She agreed, came back to mine, had breakfast and we talked for hours.
Fast forward 4 hours. . . .
By now I'd realised just how special Jess was. She has the most gorgeous blue eyes, shoulder length blonde hair, and a perfect, curvy body in a sparkling blue dress. I was completely hooked, I just couldn't stop staring at her. She was telling me everything about herself, and I was fascinated. I wanted her, and for the first time, I was struggling to tell a girl how I was feeling.
Luckily I didnt have to.
"Are you gong to kiss me or not?" she asked me, "I've been waiting all day".
She turned bright red and was obviously nervous, but she kept staring at me with those perfect eyes, and I felt it was a 'now or never' situation. I leapt up from the sofa, and held my hand out towards her. She accepted and stood in front of me, still holding on to my hand. I pulled her in closer and placed my other hand on her waist, just above her hip. I placed my face close to hers, noses touching, and stared some more into her eyes.
"You're so gorgeous", I told her.
She opened her mouth as if she was going to reply, but I couldn't wait any longer. I pulled her in even closer and began to kiss her passionately. I ran my fingertips up and down her spine and I could hear her moaning. She pulled me backwards until I had her positioned against the wall, our lips still hadn't parted, and she lifted her leg up and wrapped it around me.
I could already feel myself getting excited.
I took my hand and began stroking the outside of her thigh. Up and down, slowly getting higher up each time until I found myself stoking her bottom. She was wearing a pair of guys boxers, which for some reason turned me on more. Her cheeks were so round and perfect, I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed earlier. We carried on kissing like this for another ten minutes. I'd never felt so turned on from just a kiss before.
She stopped and pushed me away. I thought I'd done something wrong. But then she flashed me that gorgeous, nervous-looking smile again, and began to slip the straps of her dress off. She did it so slowly, as if she knew it was torturing me and exciting me in equal measures. She pulled her dress down, revealing a white, lace bra. She stopped for a moment to tease me further. I was so turned on, I could feel my nipples were so hard, she noticed too, making it obvious she was looking, then smiling some more straight at me. I felt myself turning red, I was burning up. It was torture being this close to her but not having her wrapped around me like she had been. She began to peel off her dress further, pulling it past her hips, revealing her underwear then letting it drop to the floor.
She moved towards me, closer, closer, closer, straight past me, brushing the back of her hand on my hips but nothing more.
"Stay there", she said, "no peeking".
I could hear the playfullness in her voice. I so wanted to turn around and face her but I forced myself not to, hoping to be rewarded.
I felt something hit the back of my head and fall to the floor in front of my feet. It was her bra, and I felt my whole body shiver with anticipation. I turned around slowly, to find her stood in the archway of the bedroom door, leant against it so casually with her pert, pink nipples stood to attention. She was toying with me and I was powerless to resist, that nervous smile I'd fallen for was now gone, replaced with a confident, sexy, 'come-and-get-me' cheeky grin. I couldn't resist. I didn't want to resist. I launched myself at her. I grabbed her, lifted her off her feet and drove her through the door and onto my bed. She groaned so loudly... This was no shy girl, she knew what she wanted and she'd made sure I wanted it too.
I went straight to work, tonguing her nipples while I stroked the inside of her legs. I dragged her body back to the edge of the bed so her legs were wrapped around me while I was knelt on the floor, continuing to run my tongue over her upper body. She placed her toes into the top of my leggings and beggin to rub my lower back while with her hand she began to tug away at the t-shirt she had picked out for me earlier. When she'd raised my shirt above my waist, I felt her grip even tighter around me with her legs, crossing them over offering me no escape.
She pushed me back at the shoulders, giving her the room to pull my shirt of completely, throwing it onto the floor. She held me at the shoulders again, forcing my body back so she could get a good look at my body. I looked up at her, and she simply bit her lip. She was so, so sexy and I knew she was in complete control from here.
She stood up, and let her crotch linger at my eye level for a moment, until I tried to get closer. She pulled me onto my feet, kissed me on the cheek so casually, then forced my willing body down onto the bed. She grabbed my ankles and began to pull at my leggings. I helped release them from my hips, Jess wasnt messing about, she wanted them off and it didn't matter whether they stayed in one piece. Her aggression just made me want her more.
I was wearing a black thong, but not for much longer as she held my hips as she bit into them, tugging them down past my knees, before finishing the job by hand. She pulled me back across the bed, so now we were in the same position I'd had her in moments before, only now she was in charge.
She began just above my knee, running her tongue up the inside of my leg until she found herself at my clitoris. She paused for a moment, looking up to flash me yet-another cheeky smile. I felt like I might explode at any minute, we were heading towards the culmination of a story we'd started some 15 hours earlier when she'd taken pity on my staggering, drunken self.
She dived in, licking me so precisely, like she knew exactly how I liked it, as if we'd been together for years and knew exactly how to work me up. I was moaning so loud for her, I'm sure I could feel her cheeks swell as if that smile was still as fixed on her face as ever. She worked me further by running her hands over my waist, squeezing me around the hips. She grabbed my hands and placed them upon her head, encouraging me to encourage her.
It felt like hours she'd been eating me out, time slowed and I was focused on nothing but the pleasure she was giving to me. I began to feel my orgasm coming after a while, that wonderful feeling that makes your body tense and your head throw itself back, while my moans became screams. Jess, sensing this, suddenly withdrew her tongue and began to use her hand instead, starting slowly around my clitoris before inserting two fingers.
I gasped with pleasure as she did this, which only encouraged her to go harder and faster. She began to bite my nipple while I lay there helplessly tensed, I couldnt have felt any more pleasure than I did at that moment, she continued, faster, harder, faster, harder, until my body finally caved into her. One long moan signalled to her the release I had just gone through. Several high pitched yelps later, I felt myself rejoin reality.
I opened my eyes to find her perched above me, out of breath herself. We had a moment to take each other in, to wallow in the intense pleasure we had just created.
She laid herself down next to me, wrapping my arms around her and snuggling her forehead under my chin. She looked so beautiful, it was hard to beleive a girl who had seemed so nervous could make me feel the way she had just done. I took every last detail about her in, the way her hair parted, the mole on her shoulder blade, the birthmark around her hip.
I'd never felt so satisfied in my life, and as she lay there pretending to be asleep, revealing herself awake by her keeping grinning every few seconds, as if she could sense I was staring, I could only do what felt natural.
I laid beside her, closed my eyes, and revelled in the beauty of the love we had made.
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