I listened to the footsteps on the floor above me slowly die, drowned out as the doors closed, and sat in quiet astonishment recalling the moments that had just passed.
Only a matter of five minutes ago I had been lying down and fed a big, thick cock, not to mention the copious amounts of cum, "some of which was still on my chin." I thought to myself, licking it off my finger and finding myself caught in the moment once again.
My hand was unconsciously rubbing my thigh, slowly moving over the steely lump in my panties, and I closed my eyes. Leaning back against the cushions I slowly pulled my little cock free, stroking it gently and licking my lips. I could taste him on my lips, salty, a musky scent floating on the air. I moaned and my eyes shot open. My breath was ragged and hand stopped abruptly holding my aching cock. I couldn't believe I was thinking what I was thinking, but I needed more.
I took a moment to catch my breath as I sat there in the darkness, my mind creating feverish images and thoughts that made me shiver in all the best ways. It may have been a mistake, which led to these thoughts, but I can promise you my mind was reeling with the consequences and loving every minute.
Setting myself, I stood up. My legs were shaking, like the rest of me, but I managed to stay erect, in both senses. The anticipation of what my mind had in store was too strong to distract me, or allow me to back down, not now, the alcohol coursing through my body served only to fill me with the confidence I felt I needed as I took my first steps out of the living room.
Still wearing my heels, I tiptoed over the wooden floored hall to the foot of the stairs. Catching myself in the mirror, I smiled, looking at the lipstick smeared over my cheek and the way my short blond hair was ruffled. I gazed up the stairs, careful to check for any movement then paused. Turning back to the mirror, I pulled the shiny silver tube from my pocket and popped the lid. Drawing it out and pouting like a professional I addressed my lips and reapplied an extra coat, "why not?" I thought to myself. Reaching under my skirt, I slipped my cock back into my panties and turned to face the stairs once more.
As I reached the top of the stairs I quietly crept forward, knowing full well which floorboards creaked and which didn't, I was able to navigate my way around them quite well. I could hear giggling from Tom's room and smiled to myself with the thought of what they might have been doing. More importantly, what I was hoping I could be getting up to in a moment or two.
Padding lightly passed Tom's door and his Sister's, I reached my destination. Luckily, the door was not on the latch, so with a shaking hand I reached out and gave it a gentle nudge. The carpet made a noise as the door opened, a noise louder than any I had ever heard, at least that was how it seemed. With enough room, I slipped inside and pushed the door back in place, and there I stood at the foot of a large king-sized bed, one lone figure outlined under the sheets, breathing softly.
My heart was racing as I took that first step towards the bed. I had to clamp both my hands to my sides as the shivers ran the entire length of my body. Standing there, looking down on Mr Roberts as he lay there sleeping, I suddenly began to rethink the whole situation. I needed to turn around and leave. I needed to stop this foolishness and run, just keep running for all I was worth. My brain, however, didn't see it that way, and my cock certainly didn't object.
Standing there with all those thoughts streaking through my mind, my hands slowly slipped downwards and pressed against my thighs I drew them up, over the stocking tops, up underneath my skirt, raising higher and higher until my panties were in full view of the dimly lit room. Taking a deep breath I pulled the strings on each side and the knots fell apart, the soft cotton fabric falling away from my body to the floor. My cock fell free, painfully erect, waving in the dark. I felt a rush, standing, exposed as I was in front of my friend's father, although asleep it was still the riskiest thing I'd ever done in my eighteen years.
I let my skirt fall back down, covered to the world again, except for the lewd lump in the front. I glanced down and saw my impractical strappy heels, my mind was too pre-occupied to have thought about removing them, now wasn't the time, I would have to continue with them on, perhaps he'd like that.
Mr Roberts was facing me, lying a few feet into the centre leaving enough room for a little one to squeeze in. After all, I was only five-foot-seven I would fit perfectly. I smiled to myself nervously as I edged closer and reached for the corner of the sheet. Peeling it back slowly I could see Mr Roberts' broad, hairy chest. It wasn't a thick, coarse hair, just a nice, soft dappling of fur that accentuated his large pecs and solid abs. I didn't dare to stand there too long for fear of waking him, so I slinked, as delicately as I could managed, onto the edge of the bed, lying down with my back to him, and in a quick swish, pulled the sheet over myself as I curled my feet slowly underneath.
Every creak of the bed and movement I made seemed to scream aloud in the darkness. My heart was beating in my throat, and my mouth was terribly dry. I lay there, frozen in place as I focused on the breathing behind me. His soft, rhythmic breathing was undisturbed by the introduction of me to his bed.
I had my eyes closed ever since I sat down on the spring mattress, and it took all the strength I could muster to open them again. My breathing had slowed somewhat, but my heart was still racing. What would he think? Would he freak out? Would he beat me? Everyone would find out about this, I'd be the laughing stock of school and all my friends would disown me if it came to that. What was I thinking? All these questions raced through my head, as I lay there motionless. Then, in a breathless moment of panic, any thought of backing out evaporated.
As I lay there, stock still, I felt the mattress dip with movement from behind me. That's when I felt a soft gentle hand fall around my waist, over the covers. It didn't move; just lay there, its warm weight pressing against me. My whole body shook with electricity that I had only known once before. About twenty minutes ago in fact, with a thick pulsing cock erupting cum into my mouth. I took my time, waiting for any more movement from the man lying behind me. Nothing came so I steadied myself for the next act of my crazy play.
Slowly I wiggled my hips, creeping backwards. The warmth of the man behind me grew, as I neared his large frame. My heart was racing, then skipped a beat and fell silent in my chest. There was a soft crinkled noise drifting up from beneath the sheets. It was the sound of my polyester nurse's uniform pressed against something unknown. Though I knew what it was, I could feel the impending bulk of it hovering close to my backside. I knew that everything could go horribly wrong from this moment on. "I could blame the drink!" I thought to myself, I didn't know how well that would work but it was the only convincing I needed. With a deep breath, I eased myself back the final few inches.
