The bed shifted and I slowly opened my eyes, blinking rapidly as the morning sun glared into my tender retinas. My boyfriend, Rob, was just getting off his shift as a firefighter and was lying down to go to sleep.
"Sorry, baby," Rob whispered. "Didn't mean to wake you."
I yawned. "It's ok, I have to get up anyway. How was work?"
He scooted over and curled up behind me, pulling me up against his pelvis. "Pretty quiet. A couple house fires, no fatalities though. That's always a good thing."
"Yeah." I murmured. As I continued to wake up, my body began to grow more sensitive to Rob's warm hardness pressing against me, and I shifted my hips, teasingly rubbing my ass into his cock.
"Ashleigh, you little tease," he said. He began to nibble on my neck, his hands taking hold of the hem of my t-shirt and slipping it up past my hips. His gave a low growl of approval when his seeking hands found no panties, and he moved my left leg slightly forward to allow access to my already wet pussy.
He slid a hand up my shirt and lightly pinched my left nipple, twisting and pulling it as I felt the head of his stiff cock nudging at my hot opening. Rob pushed inside me, his thick, eight-inch cock fully filling me and sending electric shivers of pleasure throughout my body.
"Ahhh, Ash, you feel so good," he groaned hotly, slowly fucking in and out of my cunt. I reached back and hooked my hand around his hip, pulling his thrusts harder into me as I pushed back to meet them. He slipped his middle finger between my pussy lips and rubbed my clit in slow, firm circles, eliciting a soft gasp of pleasure from me.
"Harder, Rob...harder," I cried. His thrusts grew quicker and deeper, our skin slapping together, his dick growing thicker inside me. His breath was hot in my ear as he groaned how he was going to cum.
His finger rubbed my hard clit faster, bringing me closer to orgasm. "Ashleigh...I'm going to cum...cum inside you..."
"Fuck yes...cum in my pussy, Rob," I breathed. I came as he began to shoot his cum inside my tight pussy, filling me up, our breathing slowing as we came down.
"Mmmmm what a perfect way to go to sleep," Rob sighed with another yawn. I smiled and sat up, kissing him on the forehead and sliding out of bed. "Night, baby." I whispered. He smiled, his green eyes closed. "Night, Ash."
I stared down at his prone form, at his jet-black hair and lean, 6-foot tall muscular body for a moment before I pulled the blinds and curtains over the brightly lit window. We had met two years ago, when I was twenty and he twenty-five, through a mutual friend, and moved in together after a year of going out. It was hard sometimes, being he was gone so much with his job, but I had grown used to it and we worked with it as much as we could.
Opening the bedroom door, I crept out and softly closed it behind me, my mind on the shower I had to take.
"Good morning."
I jumped about a foot in the air and yelped in surprise, spinning around. "Dammit, Simon..."
The smug, smiling face of my boyfriend's twenty-four year old brother filled me with annoyed rage. He was the exact opposite of Rob, arrogant, self-absorbed, and every bit as good-looking as his brother with dark blond hair and brown eyes. Simon was a little more muscular than Rob, but then that was because he had more maturity points to fill up, too.
"I didn't scare you on purpose, Ashleigh." He grinned. My eyes skimmed over him of their own accord, noticing his taut stomach and strong thighs, which bulged in his gray boxer-briefs.
"See something you like?"
I ripped my eyes from his thighs and adopted a glare. "You wish."
He chuckled. "For sloppy seconds? No thanks."
Giving him a withering look, I than realized what he was talking about. Warm cum was leaking down the insides of my thighs, which were left bare in my suddenly extremely short t-shirt. I flushed and turned away from him, hurrying into the bathroom and slamming the door behind me.
Because he claimed lack of money and time, Simon had moved in with us about half a year ago, when he came to work in the same department as a firefighter with his brother. Rob thought he was a riot, and I totally respected the brother bond, but Simon just had something about him that tried my God-given patience. I couldn't place my finger on it, but it was always there. He was constantly making little sexual comments and innuendos towards me, which to my surprise didn't anger Rob at all. It highly amused him, matter of fact, and whether I wanted to admit it to myself or not, I had been thinking more than just friendly thoughts about Simon for the past two months.
I sighed heavily and turned to examine my curvy, 5'7 inch frame in the mirror, cringing at my disheveled blond-brown hair and blue eyes. How could I manage to look so perfectly awful in front of Simon?
Why do I care? I scoffed to myself. I stripped my t-shirt off and climbed into the shower, moaning in satisfaction as the warm water began cascading over my body. I took my time washing my body with soap and than shampooing and conditioning, working up thick, rich lathers and massaging my scalp. I rinsed and flicked the water off, grabbing the lush terry bath towel hanging just outside the shower and drying off, wrapping it tightly around me. A quick glance at a clock drew a muttered curse from my mouth, and I opened the bathroom door, peeking out for signs of Simon, who never went to bed earlier than nine a.m. He was nowhere in sight.
I dashed down the hall to the basement door, which led downstairs to our washer and dryer and tread down them. After a quick dig through the dryer, I found the blouse, skirt, and black thigh highs I wore to work and decided to just dress there. The towel slid to my ankles and I slipped my thigh highs on, putting my blouse on next and bending down to grab my skirt.
"Well, if I wasn't a gentleman, I would take advantage of this situation." Simon said from behind me.
With a startled gasp I whirled around, trying in vain to cover my nude bottom half. Simon emerged from a separate room we had in the basement for the boys' weight-lifting equipment, his forehead and chest covered with sweat.
"I hate it when you sneak up on me like that." I snapped.
He held up his hands. "I didn't sneak. You're the one down here half-naked, Ash."
"I was just getting my work clothes from the dryer." I said purposefully. This was my house, not his!
My eyes were suddenly glued to a trickle of sweat that was running down his torso, trickling over his trim stomach and finally soaking into the waistband of his boxer briefs. Simon continued to approach me, his brown eyes roving appreciatively over my body, wiping his hands in a navy blue hand towel. I backed up until my ass hit the dryer and tried to slow my breathing as he came within inches of me, the sweet smell of sweat and cologne mixing to invade my nostrils.
"Wh - what are you doing?" I stammered.
"What do you think?" he murmured.
"Simon..."
"I have to get something from the dryer."
I swallowed. "Oh...right. Sorry."
