"Yeah I'm good, just making myself a sandwich!" she called back. "Did you feed the dogs today?"
"Yup," he answered as he shut off the TV and put the controllers in a cupboard on the entertainment center. "Fed the dogs, cleaned the bathroom, and took out the trash."
"Oh, well look at you, finally keeping up with your chores," she laughed, appearing in the kitchen entryway, turkey sandwich in hand. "And here I was thinking you were just another lazy eighteen-year old." She walked over to the couch, plopping down and picking up the remote. "So you and Miranda have been hanging out a lot this summer, what's up with that?"
Jason chuckled. "Absolutely nothing. I'll be upstairs, mom."
"Okay sweetie, have fun up there!" she called as she turned on the TV, the sounds of one of those Real Housewives shows trailing off as Jason made his way up to his room.
He peeked out the back window, watching his two German shepherds Rufus and Sasha laze about in the shade. He'd taken them out for a walk that morning with Miranda, and tired them out playing fetch. After a minute he turned down the hall to his room, walking through the open door. Jason flipped his laptop open and opened up Spotify, starting up a playlist to listen to before grabbing a book on medieval warfare to read for a few hours.
When it was finally getting dark outside, he heard a car starting, and got up to look out his window. Miranda's parents were backing out of the driveway, their car loaded up with luggage for their trip over the weekend. He leaned out the window, watching as they turned the corner at the end of the block. When he looked down, he noticed Miranda standing outside her door, looking back up at him. He waved at her, and she smiled back. As she closed the door behind her though, she held eye contact, pulling up her top slowly. Just before it got over her breasts, she shut the door.
Jason stood there stunned for a second before moving back to his bed. Was she teasing him on purpose? He felt absolutely certain that she was trying to seduce him, but between her confessing her fantasy to him, and being to blunt with the little teases here and there, it had to be just a tease for shits and giggles. He couldn't be sure, however. What if she wanted him to go over and enact her fantasy? And if she didn't? What would she do if he went over and it was all just a tease for fun?
He turned around and left his room to go to the bathroom. All this thinking was making his stomach turn, so he figured he just needed to get out a good movement. However when he got to the bathroom, he looked through the window, which had a good view into Miranda's bathroom. There she was, across the way, standing topless. She opened up her medicine cabinet, taking out a little bottle from which she took a pill, washing it down with what looked like a glass of some clear liquid. It had to be vodka, Jason knew it was her favorite, even straight. She turned and walked out without noticing him across the way. That was when he knew it was for real.
An hour later, he walked by his mom's room to check if she was still awake. The loud snores coming through the door gave him the answer he needed. He went downstairs and out through the back door. His dogs poked their heads out of their doghouse, but went back in when they realized it was just him. Jason hopped over the fence into Miranda's back yard, and made his way to her back door. The final test of whether or not everything had been on purpose.
The door was unlocked. Jason went inside, making his way through the house to the staircase. Every light was off, but he'd been over enough times to know his way around. When he got to the stairs, he noticed the upstairs hall light was on. A wave of panic brushed over him. What if she was awake still? What if she called the cops on him for going inside? Jason slowly made his way up the stairs, his heartbeat racing. At the top, he swallowed and finished the walk to her room. The door was slightly ajar, so he gently nudged it open.
Miranda lay on her back in the dimmed light, a sheet covering the bottoms of her legs. She was nude except for the tiny pink thong that hugged her hips tightly. Her incredible tits were pulled backwards by gravity, heaving with every breath she took and making themselves seem smaller though Jason knew how big they truly were. She had a hand lying across her bare stomach, the other dangling off the edge of the bed, pointing at the nearly empty glass of vodka and ice. Jason didn't know if she had meant to get him here on purpose, or if he had been reading her signs wrong all along, but one thing was for sure. She was out cold.
His heart was pounding in his chest as he slowly walked forward, gently setting himself down on the bed beside her. He moved a hand to brush away the sheet, exposing the rest of her legs. It took a second to calm himself down enough to actually put a hand on her, but when he did he gently brushed her ankle. She twitched the tiniest bit, causing him to jerk his hand back, but she remained fast asleep. Jason put his hand back, and slowly ran it up her calf, to her knee, then up her strong thigh. She had the thick thighs of a volleyball player, with a slim figure above the waist. He hesitated at her thigh, caressing it for a few seconds, his eyes focused on the tiny dark spot that peeked out from the middle of her panties.
Jason moved his free hand to the inside of her other thigh. The soft skin mesmerized him, and he lingered there longer than he had planned, stroking the flesh he had many times before imagined wrapped around his head. Finally he spread apart her thighs, exposing the small strip of fabric that ran down the center. He paused before unzipping his shorts, pulling them and his underwear down just slightly, relieving the pressure that his stiffening cock placed upon them by freeing it. He reached out to feel the material that hid the flesh he had fantasized about for so many years, his stomach doing flips until it felt it would force its way out of his throat. He hesitated for what felt like forever before finally connecting his fingertips to it. He drug them down gently, moving his free hand to stroke himself slowly. The dark spot on the panties felt fresh when his fingers made contact. She had to have been masturbating before this, he thought to himself. There was no way he could be causing this.
As he reached the bottom, near where her back hole would be, he noticed a change. The spot was ever so slightly wider. After swallowing what felt like the biggest gulp, Jason grasped the panties and began to pull them off. He took his time, worried about waking her, as he slid them down her milky thighs, down her calves, then off her feet, dropping them at the edge of the bed. Finally, she was fully exposed to him. Her tiny pink lips folded outwards, a snail trail of her fluids seeping out and down the slit that ran between her thighs. Jason shakily reached out, sliding his fingers down the petals of her femininity, collecting the residue on his fingertips.
He brought them to his lips, slowly licking off the sticky liquid of her body. He'd tasted it before, from other women, but for some reason, tasting hers drove him into a state that he'd never experienced before. His hesitance was now gone. Jason stood up, kicking off his shoes and pulling his pants and underwear completely off. He knelt on the bed beside her, suddenly far more confident. He took off his shirt, and grasped at her tits, massaging them both as the solid piece of flesh between his legs rested against her stomach. He climbed fully upon the bed, straddling her sleeping body at the knees. Jason leaned down, putting his face to her breast and kissing between them, licking at one nipple while toying at the other with a finger, pinching and rubbing and gently flicking it. He kissed all around, from the top to the underside, licking where the curve began to turn, and then switched to repeat the process on the other breast.
When he'd had enough, he kissed her mouth. He reached down to stroke at the turgid mass of flesh that protruded from his body as he slid his tongue into her open mouth. Suddenly, he had an idea. Jason shifted his body upwards, to where his pelvis was just above the breasts he'd been attending to not two minutes before. He reached down, caressing the side of Miranda's face, playing with her hair as he rocked his hips gently forwards, rubbing his cock against her face. Within a minute, he grasped his member with his free hand and guided it into her open mouth. He slid it back as far as it would go, then withdrew, the feeling of her teeth and lips on his flesh driving him to the brink of orgasm after only seconds of contact. He couldn't tell what was turning him on more, having his cock in her mouth or doing it while she was utterly unconscious. The feeling was inexplicable. But he knew he had to make it count, and this wouldn't be the end of it.
After toying with Miranda's mouth for another minute, Jason shifted back down her body, placing himself between her open thighs. Before entering her, he slid a finger inside of her hole, rubbing at her insides before removing his finger and sticking it into his mouth, savoring the taste of her feminine fluids one more time. He reached down to grip his readied manhood, rubbing the head against the lips that awaited him, slick with her wetness and engorged with arousal. Jason slid himself into her. As all seven inches of his cock reached the back of her warm tunnel, he thought he heard the tiniest gasp released from her mouth, but when he looked up she was still completely unconscious.
Jason spread his legs apart to better accommodate his thrusts, and leaned forward to massage her ample breasts as he slammed his body against hers, throwing all caution to the wind as he knew at this point there was no way she would awaken. He sucked at a nipple as he ground his waist against hers, drawing back and thrusting forward again when he switched to the other. He moved his hands backwards, garnering a firm grip on her thighs that were soft as pillows, pulling them as far upwards as they would go, opening her up for even deeper penetration.
She was ridiculously tight. Jason had known about each and every one of her sexual partners since she lost her virginity five years earlier. He knew which guys had the biggest cocks, and which were one-pump wonders, and which could works their tongues like a snake. But after sex with so many previous partners, Jason was in love with the fact that she remained as tight as a virgin. Even with her natural lubrication making itself plentiful, the pressure around his solid mass of flesh was plentiful and massively pleasurable.
It wasn't long before he couldn't hold it any longer. Jason withdrew his manhood from the tight grip that she held on him, and groaned as his orgasm shot through his body, the sticky seed forced through his cock landing down the length of her nude body. The trail of his semen stretched all the way across her stomach, with splotches landing atop her breasts, and even above her chest. A tiny drop had even made its way onto her face, just below her bottom lip. He'd never before experienced such a forceful orgasm, and the shock of it forced him onto the bed, aside Miranda's still miraculously sleeping body. He watched her chest heave gently as she breathed in her sleep, the cum that stained her skin slowly running down the curves of her tits.
