I stood before the mirror, adjusting my dress and smoothing the fabric. It was a deep red, soft and snug in all the right places. The neckline dipped just enough to show off a bit of cleavage but not too much. Thin straps kept it up, leaving my shoulders exposed. The satin gripped my waist before flaring gently across my hips, touching the skirt just above mid-thigh.
My black shoes raised my legs, making them appear taller, and I could feel the dress’s subtle shimmer as I moved. My hair was loose, falling in lovely waves past my shoulders, and a little gold necklace hung between my breasts, catching the sun.
Jake turned eighteen on Monday but wanted to hold off celebrating until Friday. Max’s best friend was hitting eighteen that same day, so they had planned a night out with their friends, ending with a sleepover at my place.
When Friday night came, the boys were in Jake’s room, fully absorbed in video games, their laughter carrying through the house. I stood in the living room, counting more heads than I had expected and wondering how I would manage the sleeping arrangements.
“Alright, one of you is gonna have to crash in my room,” I called out, half-joking, but it was clear we were short on space.
Brad, a tall, good-looking guy I’d met before, shot me a grin from the corner of the room. “I’ll volunteer,” he said with a cocky smile, his eyes lingering on me just a bit too long.
I smirked, feeling the boldness in his gaze. “Oh? You think you can handle that?” I teased, raising an eyebrow at him.
He stepped closer, his voice soft but with a hint of playful challenge. “Yeah, I think I can handle it. No problem.”
I chuckled, shaking my head slightly. “Alright, Brad. But keep your hands to yourself,” I said, knowing his eyes were still on me.
In the middle of the night, I woke up to the feeling of Brad’s hard-on pressing against my ass. He had pulled my pyjama bottoms down and was rubbing his dick against the softness of my panties.
“Should I yell at him or push him away? I don’t want Jake and his friends to find out about this. Should I just let him do it?” I thought.
I pretended to move in my sleep to see if he would stop, but he only paused for a few seconds before continuing. It seemed like my light sleep pretence had failed to deter him. It seemed to have had the opposite effect as his body continued to react to mine, making me feel wetter by the second.
Fuck, I’m getting so wet, my pussy felt great, I thought.
Right when he tried to move my panties aside, I turned my body to put an end to his actions. He stayed still for only a few seconds before I felt movement in his lower body. I couldn’t tell what he was doing at first, but the continued movement made me realize that he was masturbating next to me.
A couple of minutes later, he surprised me by moving me back on my side to the spooning position. I couldn’t move, or he would find out that I was awake and letting him do what he wanted with me. He quickly moved my panties aside and rubbed his head over my wetness before slowly pushing his length in.
I felt every inch of him entering and stretching my pussy until his head was buried deep inside of me. He enjoyed the feeling of being completely inside of my hot and wet pussy before moving his hips back to begin fucking me.
He slowly and deeply penetrated me as I tried my best to continue pretending I was asleep. The pleasure was intense and heightened because the other boys were only several feet away in another room. Of course, one of the boys was Jake, but being with one of his friends was one of my dirtiest fantasies.
“He’s gonna make me cum,” I thought, feeling my pussy tightening around his cock.
I moved my head down to bite on my shirt as my orgasm approached.
He picked up pace as I heard him panting and sucking in air, as I could hear the sound of my ass slapping against his young abs. His hand reached around between my legs and rubbed my clit as his cock pumped in and out.
As he continued to pound into me, I could feel his cock sliding in and out of my pussy, hitting my G-spot with every thrust. I bit down on my shirt harder, trying to hold back my moans as the pleasure built up inside me.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he growled, his voice thick with desire.
As he reached his climax, he buried his head in my neck and let out a deep groan.
“Unghhhh,” he moaned as he cum in my pussy with his fertile seed.
I curled my toes under the blanket and bit down hard on my shirt while my orgasming pussy milked every drop of his hot cum.
He pulled his cock out with a squelch, then carefully fixed my panties and pulled up my pyjama bottoms. I then felt him turn his body the other way, and soon, we were both fast asleep.
I was the first to wake up and immediately headed for the shower. I wanted Brad to wake up by the time I got out so he would see that I hadn’t noticed anything from the previous night and wasn’t acting strange.
By the time I showered, he and all the other boys were awake. They were putting on their shoes and grabbing their stuff from the living room when I went over in my robe to offer them some breakfast.
I made breakfast only for Brad, as all the other boys had left for Max’s house. Brad stayed behind for a bit as he had a family celebration.
Being alone with Brad made the thoughts from the previous night flood my mind, and I knew it would be tough for me to keep acting normal. I had nowhere to hide, and I felt like his eyes could see my naked body under my robe.
“How does he play it off so easily?” I wondered as I nervously sipped my coffee.
“Sorry about last night,” he suddenly said, making me nearly choke on my drink.
“Uh, what do you mean?” I asked, trying to keep my cool.
“I’m not sure if you slept well with me hogging half the bed,” he replied with a casual smile.
I let out a small breath of relief. “Oh, I slept just fine. What about you?”
“Good, really good. It was warm and cosy,” he said, a hint of something in his tone, probably alluding to my pussy.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I responded, trying to steady my voice.
“Yeah, it was great,” he added with a grin. “Thanks for letting me crash. I… I could stay over again tonight.”
I raised an eyebrow. “I thought you had a family thing tonight?” I said, taking another sip of my coffee.
“I do, but I’m heading out now. I’ll swing by later to see Jake,” he said, slipping into his jacket.
“Well, we’ll see. At least there’ll be more room tonight, and you won’t have to share a bed with me,” I teased lightly.
“Oh… um, yeah, of course,” Brad stammered, his smile faltering.
