I tried my best to be patient, waiting for signs that Joy wanted to sleep. A couple of times during the movie, she stifled a yawn and then gave me a guilty smile.
I knew my best friend almost as well as I knew myself. No matter how hard she tried to last until eleven, her natural sleep cycle was inevitably winning the battle.
There were still thirty minutes left before the end of the movie when she reluctantly got up from the couch. Turning to her father, she bent down to hug him.
“I can’t look anymore, my eyes are closing on their own,” she muttered sleepily.
Shane patted her on the back, his touch comforting.
“It’s okay, honey. Tomorrow I’ll tell you how it ended.
โ no! “Stop it!” she squealed, suddenly animated. โ No spoilers! Her gaze slid to me; I was curled up in my usual spot, in the old armchair that Joy’s mom constantly threatened to throw away. โ See you later, Maila.
โ Yeah! I replied with barely concealed impatience. “I’ll come up as soon as the movie is over.”
It wasn’t really my plan, but I knew Joy would fall asleep upstairs before the end credits rolled. Joy’s mom went to bed at nine thirty.
Shane and I said goodnight to Joy, and he watched her leave the living room.
When we were alone, I allowed myself to look at his profile. I’ve already memorized every line of his face, but I’ve never gotten tired of looking at him.
To my disappointment, he turned his attention back to the movie… instead of looking back at me. I fidgeted, and then I felt hurt. I really wanted to take the seat next to him that Joy had just vacated.
Instead, I reminded myself to be patient. A few more minutes won’t kill me.
Now that Joy and I were eighteen, it didn’t make sense to spend the night at her house. After all, I lived nearby, and it didn’t take long to get home. But we’ve been friends with her forever, and it was hard to just give up on the old rituals.
And even though she didn’t see anything special about asking me to stay the night, I knew she would never forgive me if she discovered the real reason I was so quick to accept her invitation.
The real reason was sitting just a few steps away from me.
When the music in the movie started to get louder, announcing the denouement, Shane stayed on the couch. He continued to stare straight ahead, as if there was no one else in the room but him.
I stood up and stretched, throwing my arms high above my head, desperately trying to get his attention. My short top rose even higher, exposing my stomach, which is exactly what I wanted.
No reaction from my friend’s father. My disappointment began to turn into acute anxiety. Maybe he meant what he said before when he said it couldn’t happen again.
Swallowing hard, I adjusted my top and pulled my shoulders back. My blonde hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail to show off my cheekbones, which I considered my best feature. Well, after my breasts, of course.
โWell, good night, then,” I said to Shane in a nonchalant tone. It’s like I haven’t been sitting here all evening imagining the moment when we can touch each other. It’s like I didn’t get my panties wet in the process.
I walked silently and unhurriedly between the couch and the coffee table in front of him, so that I was only a couple of centimeters away from Shane as I passed by.
I was almost at his side when he lifted his right foot and rested it on the edge of the table. Now his leg was blocking my path.
My pulse began to pound in my temples. Somehow, I managed to hide my excitement when Shane finally tilted his head back and looked at me.
โWhere are you going?”
His voice was low, he had to compete with the music from the TV, but I could hear him perfectly. He didn’t look like Joy’s dad at all right now. His goofy smile and good-natured banter had disappeared.
Right now, he looked like he was ready to leap off the couch and pounce on me. His blue eyes, always dark, hid even more shadows in the dim light of the lamp. His black hair was slightly disheveled. I noticed that he hadn’t shaved today, because it was the weekend. I remembered how that stubble scratched my skin.
“I’m going to bed,โ I replied. God, I could feel my nipples hardening under my tank top!
Shane shook his head.
โ Not in this form.
Pretending not to understand, I looked down at my outfit.
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t pretend to be innocent, Maila. He leaned forward and held out his hand. His fingers slid over my bare thigh. “You’ve been on the verge of falling out of that top all evening.” And these shorts…” His touch moved higher. “They’re so tight, I can see the outline of your pussy.” Are you even wearing your underwear?
I froze in place, breathing faster and faster. He ran his fingers down my shorts, and I had to stifle a groan.
“No panties.” Without taking his eyes off me, Shane began caressing my smooth outer labia. Continuing to explore, he added, “You’re so hot and wet.”
He put his free hand to his groin, and I saw his tense cock sticking out through his light sweatpants. Obviously, I wasn’t the only one who went without underwear. He had prepared for this night, too.
โYou said…” my voice dropped to a whisper. “You said we wouldn’t do it again.”
His touch was instinctive, he found exactly the places I wanted so much. A hot wave of guilt swept through me as I thought of Joy and her mom sleeping upstairs.
“You mean you don’t want to?” Shane rubbed himself through his pants, tightening his erection.
โI want to,โ I blurted out, too quickly.
He gave me a knowing smile, then stood up. I let him grab my wrist and lead me, and I let him turn me around the couch so I could lean on the back of it.
And I let him pull off my shorts.
“We might get caught,” I ventured.
“Then we’d better hurry.”
Standing behind me, he spread my legs even wider. The feeling of his hand between my thighs made me lean my ass in his direction.
โA horny little thing. His breath was warm against my neck.
โ Hurry up! I urged him on. Although I felt terribly uncomfortable, half-naked and bent over the couch, my pussy continued to throb. The room was now silent, broken only by my heavy breathing.
I heard the rustle of his clothes, and then the insistent touch of his red-hot head. He ran his tip along my folds, and then slowly entered my flowing pussy. Just like last time, he started out deceptively gentle. But I already knew that I had to grab onto the couch to hold on.
โOh, damn it! Shane sighed. Plunging into me, he trembled and froze. “That’s all I’ve been thinking about.
I grinned at his admission.
“Were you jerking off, fantasizing about my pussy?”
โ Every night!
Grabbing my hips, he began to move. My mouth dropped open and my eyes rolled back in my head; I was glad he couldn’t see my face. A soft moan betrayed my pleasure. Our bodies made a dull popping sound every time he drove his cock into me to the end.
Running his palms up, he lifted my top and grabbed my breasts. The soft sobs that came out of my throat only made it more wild and rough.
With my legs spread and my pussy exposed to my friend’s father, I felt like a dirty whore. His whore.
“Fuck me,โ I said softly. โFuck my pussy harder!”
He was teasing me through his wheezing.
“You’re such a slut.”
Instead of cooling my arousal, his words made me tremble with the desire to cum.
“Are you the same with the others?” Shane demanded.
I shook my head.
“Only with you.”
โ Mmm, that’s my girl.
Staying inside my pussy, he pulled me to him until I straightened to my full height. His hand wrapped around my throat, and I had to balance on my toes while being planted on his long and thick cock.
He fucked me hard and fast, his fingers putting pressure on my neck. When he found my clitoris, I wanted to scream, but I only had enough strength to breathe.
“Come for me.” He was breathing heavily, his cock was ruthless. “And then I’ll cum inside you.”
I reached back, trying to grab onto something. I scratched his shirt, then his hands.
Finally, I gave up. My orgasm felt like a series of chaotic spasms rolling from my vagina all over my body, so powerful that it was difficult for me to stand on my feet. And Shane kept fucking me, even when I was hanging on top of him.
As a result, I was bent over the back of the sofa again, my whole body continued to convulsively contract. Shane’s rhythm faltered just before he inhaled sharply. In the next second, there was complete silence around and inside me. I knew he was tensing up, on the verge of his orgasm.
His cum burst out in frequent jerks, hitting my inner walls. This sensation caused delicious sensations in me, and despite the ecstasy I had just experienced, my pussy clenched from a new round of post-orgasmic spasms.
It was a line that we had retreated from before. Now we have crossed it voluntarily. Later, when I fall asleep next to my friend, I will feel traces of her father’s sperm oozing out of me. I’ll feel a pang of shame, even wanting more.
But now I just moaned when my friend’s father pulled out his amazing cock. Still feeling hot and weak in my legs, I stayed where I was. He took the napkins and started to wipe me.
โ I’m sorry that I got carried away. “He was gentle, taking care of my pussy.
“I wanted this.”
Shane helped me put on my shorts, then showered my face and hair with kisses. He saved the last kiss for my mouth.
“I’ll be more careful next time,” he whispered.
I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my face against his chest to hide my smile.