by Marie Cole
“Okay,” I got up and grabbed my bra from the back of the couch and then looked at him, waiting for him to lead the way. "Sorry I fell asleep on you."
"It's alright, Elly. Kind of reminds me of old times when you'd nod off at the computer." He winked as he turned around and took me to the guest room. He opened the door for me and scooped a pile of clothes off the bed. He put them on a chair in the corner of the room and then stepped back. “Want me to tuck you in, sleepy head?" Kent chuckled.
"Yeah, I do." I swept past him and crawled into the bed, flirting with him in my still sleep-laden state. I was being a smart ass and didn't expect him to follow through. Not the way I’d eluded to, anyway. He'd pull the covers up and kiss my forehead, of that I was sure.
And he did. He sat down on the bed next to me and pulled the covers up. But instead of my forehead he leaned down and kissed my cheek just a few inches from my lips. For a moment he seemed to hesitate. Or maybe it was just my imagination.
My stomach clenched at the intimacy. The near intimacy. "Why did you do that?" I whispered, staying deathly still under the covers.
Kent grabbed the blanket that had fallen onto the floor and rewrapped around his waist as he pulled a breath in and let it out slowly. "I…I don't know, Elly. I, uh…I'm going to go back to bed. If you need something just call…"
I sat up and grabbed for the top of the blanket at his waist, pulling him forward towards me in the darkness. I knew that this would be the only time I’d get this chance. The chance to feel his warmth in the bed behind me. I could close my eyes and pretend that he was mine.
“Wait, stay with me until I fall back asleep?" I pressed my lips together, hoping I knew him as well as I thought I did. I let go of his blanket slowly and laid back down, pulling the covers around myself again.
He stood there looking down at me for a long moment. When I was sure he was going to leave the room he nodded his head, "Scoot over.” I watched him sit on the bed like I was a leper and felt tears prick at my eyes. So he would be in the bed with me but he didn’t want to be close to me. What did I expect? I wasn’t his girlfriend. I wasn’t his cuddle buddy. I was just his friend and current study partner.
I closed my eyes tight and rolled over so my back was to him. I tried to clear my mind and then tried thinking about art history, baseball, The Bachelor. As soon as I saw the rose in my mind I felt his weight shift, and felt his warmth against my back. A few times when we were hanging out late in his room we'd fallen asleep on his bed and I'd woken up with him spooning me but it had never started out that way. My heart started to thud loudly in my chest.
I tried to clear the thoughts in my head that were suddenly turning dirty. I closed my eyes tightly and bit my lower lip. Oh my god, Elly. What are you doing? You seriously need to get laid.
I shifted a little, trying to see if he was aroused or just, being like a teddy bear. I could feel a little something, and as I wiggled I felt a little more. Oh shit. I bit my lower lip a bit more.
"You not comfortable?" He asked me as I felt him turn his lower half a little.
I reached behind me before I knew why I was doing it and put my hand on his leg to keep him from turning.
"I'm fine,” I whispered softly. I removed my hand from his leg and slipped it back under the covers. I waited in the darkness to hear his breath deepen signaling that he was asleep.
I battled with myself internally on what to do next. Curiosity got the best of me and the little devil won out. I slowly, so slowly, lifted my arm from under the covers and reached it between our bodies, feeling for his crotch through his blanket and boxers.
Surprisingly, he was kind of hard, and larger than what I had remembered from when I caught him masturbating in his room so long ago.
I closed my eyes tight and held my breath as I stroked along the length of him, my thumb rubbing his tip gently. I wasn't sure what he'd do if he woke up, but apparently I was willing to find out. I could feel him growing more in my hand as I stroked him.
I pressed my thighs together as my insides started to flood with arousal. I slipped my warm fingers through the slit and wrapped my hand around him, squeezing lightly. I could feel him throbbing in my hand. His breathing hadn't changed yet, he appeared to be asleep still.
I stroked him a couple more times and then abandoned it for his hand. I pulled his hand slowly, softly until it was resting on the tank top's arm hole that was barely covering my breast. I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip hard to keep from moaning, his hand, so rough and warm was like ...heaven against my sensitive skin. Sparkling erotic heaven. I felt his hardness pressing against my backside and felt it throbbing as if it wanted out of the boxers. His breathing was unchanged.
I cupped the back of his hand and squeezed so that his hand squeezed my breast and then I reached back between us again, rolling forward a little so I could get my hand around him. I groaned and then bit my lip harder, punishing myself for being vocal. I felt him shift, but he only pushed his hips forward so his dick pressed against my ass with my hand still gripping it. My hand froze, while I waited to see if he'd awaken. His breathing went back to being steady once more.
I slipped from the bed slowly and then crawled back on it, next to him without the barrier of the covers between us. I closed my eyes as I put his arm back on my breast. And bit back another groan as I thrust my ass back against him.
I heard him in his sleep. Heard the little moan, but the breathing was still the same. I felt his hips starting to move in his sleep. He was so hard and throbbing.
I wasn't going to stop now, couldn’t, even if I wanted to. I continued to rub him with my ass, clenching my thighs together as the dampness started to penetrate my jeans.
Another little moan came from Kent. I felt the little pulse of his hand closing and re-opening against my breast.
I moved my hand to the base of his head, my fingers threading into his dark hair. "Kent..." I moaned. He didn't stir, but moaned softly again. How far would it go before he woke up?
I turned my upper body so that I could press my lips to his. I kissed him softly, slowly. My fingers slid from his hair and moved over his ear, down his neck, slowly. "Kent..." I whispered again, my eyes half open and focused on his silhouette in the dark room.
His lips didn't change, they remained the same distance apart as I kissed him. His hips still moved here and there as his dick slid back and forth over my ass. I felt his hand give a little more of a squeeze to my breast.
I turned back and grabbed his hand, moving it down to my jeans. His hand had to be there in case he woke up and asked how the hell my pants got off. I quickly unbuttoned my jeans and slid them off, all with his limp hand in mine. When the deed was done and I was laying there in just his tank top and a pair of soaked white cotton briefs I moved his hand back up to my breast.
I sucked in a breath as I felt his hot length sliding against my cotton briefs. I felt it throbbing and felt those hips moving since there was stimulation again. It started to slide smoothly because of his own juices.
I bit my lower lip as I shifted again, moving up the bed a little higher. I reached between my silky thighs and grabbed onto his dick, pulling him down so that he was thrusting between my legs, rubbing my wet panties against my hot slit.
I felt him sliding back and forth between my thighs, feel his breath tickling my bare shoulder. His breath came out jagged and I swore I felt a kiss touch my skin.
I reached down between my legs and rubbed my swollen clit slowly, circling my middle finger around the nub. My breathing increased and a moan ripped out of me as I flicked myself with my finger.
"Kent..." I continued to stroke myself, my orgasm slowly building, "God Kent how I want you inside me..." I whispered, my thighs tight around his thrusting dick.
I felt another light kiss touch my shoulder and his hand again gripped my breast a little harder and stayed clinched this time, keeping the pressure there. He was slick with my juices and his own as they mixed. My breaths were short puffs of air as my body ten
sed, "Please, please, I need you inside, please,” I begged quietly.
The hand at my breast moved down and stopped near my hip. Was he waking up? The excitement of that possibility made he groan. His hand at my hip slid down to one of the cheeks of my ass.
"Please..." I begged one more time.
That hand tucked under the back of those briefs and pulled them to the side. I felt his dick sliding against the wetness of my slit now. My breath hitched in my throat and my hand that had been between my thighs moved behind his head, gripping him in anticipation.
When his hips brought his dick back I felt the head touch to the lips of my slit. It was so wet. I felt him press forward with his hips.
"Yes,” I moaned, gripping the back of his neck tighter. "Yes, Kent."
I felt his hips press forward more as he slid right inside of me, almost to the base. There was a gasp of breath from Kent. I was so wet, so tight. Only having had sex a handful of times before this time it was still new to me. My gasp matched his and my insides squeezed him.
A louder moan came from him this time and I felt that hand that had pulled my underwear to the side move to my breast. I gasped as he repeatedly filled me. The slowness of the act was different than my previous times and not unwelcome. "Kent, oh my god, so...good..."
I felt his body shift and felt him push me onto my stomach. His hands went to either side of me as he started to pump a little faster into me from above and behind me.
I was so relieved that he was finally inside me, sharing the most intimate part of myself with him. My hands went to the pillow, holding onto it tightly as he thrust into me. "Yes, yes..."
Those thrusts kept getting faster and faster. His lips touched my shoulder again as a little moan escaped his lips, the air brushing against the skin.
I gasped, "Kent!" I held on tight, and as if Kent knew what I needed, one arm shifted under me to lift me to my knees and he moved to his. Once more those thrusts started and I felt his hand slide between my legs. I felt his fingers rubbing back and forth over my clit as his thrusts pushed himself as deep as he would go.
My voice and body quivered at the same time as his expert fingers brought me home in a matter of seconds.
"Oh, fuck me!" My knees weakened and my hands clenched the bedsheets tightly as I released around him.
His finger didn't stop moving and neither did his dick as my insides squeezed him tightly. It wasn't long before his breaths were coming quicker. Just before he lost it inside of me he leaned back and pulled out. I felt his hot seed splash across my ass and part of my lower back.
I was too sated to care. My first ever orgasm during sex and Kent had been the one to rub it out of me. Who knew sex could be that good? I lowered myself onto the guest bed and slowly released the sheets from my hands. My breath recovered slowly. "Kent?..." I whispered softly.
Kent lowered himself to the bed beside me. I heard him mumble. "Mmhmm…? Sleep?…"
I looked over at him in the darkness, trying to see if his eyes were open. Maybe he was still asleep, maybe it wasn't unusual for him to be woken up with a sex offer from Jen when he slept over, maybe he thought I was Jen. I wasn't going to be able to sleep unless I knew. "Say my name..." I whispered again.
His eyes were closed, his breathing sounded like he was deep in sleep again as silence moved between us. There was no whispering of a name or movement from him.
I stared at him, watching him for a few more long minutes before I slowly got off the bed, careful not to roll over and get the bed dirty. I paused when I was off the bed and bit my lower lip, contemplating my next move.
If he was asleep and woke up and saw the bed clean would he be suspicious? Would he be able to smell me on him? I rubbed my forehead with my fingers, my face crunched up in anguish. I slipped my panties off slowly and then leaned over the bed, I almost wiped it onto the bed but then stopped. It would probably look staged. Oh shit, what was I going to do?
I ran into the bathroom near the front door and shut the door behind me. I threw the panties in the trash and then stared at them. I couldn't leave them there. Evidence. I grabbed the trash bag and tied it up tight. I put it by the door while I cleaned my lower back up. While I was staring at myself in the bathroom mirror I felt tears pricking at my eyes. What the fuck was I doing? I'd just seduced my friend, my very best friend since childhood. I was only mildly relieved that he wasn't going to know he'd had sleep sex with me. At least he wasn't going to have to carry that around with him. I washed my hands a few times and then grabbed the bag.
I went into the kitchen and pulled out half of the trash. I was glad her trash bags were white and not see through. I threw the bag in there and then covered it, burying the evidence. I padded back into the guest bedroom and grabbed up my jeans. I slipped them on, wincing because I was already sore from his girth. I pulled the tank top off. It was dark and Kent was asleep so I didn't bother hiding my body.
I went towards Jen’s bedroom but thought better of it. I was too low to go in there. I was a home wrecker. A cheater. A hussy. I went into the living room and put the tank top on the couch arm. I put my bra back on and grabbed up my sweater from the chair where it had been drying. I pulled it on and then went back out into the living room.
I wrapped my arms around myself and looked around feeling terrible. So angry at myself for doing what I'd just done. I packed up my stuff slowly. The anger seeping from me in the form of hot tears.
Chapter 13
I knocked on Kent's door the next morning, a box of hot glazed donuts balanced on my hand. I was wearing black sweat pants, my Doc Martens, and our college logo on the front of my gray sweatshirt. My hair was up in a messy bun, no makeup on my face. I was trying whatever I could to look as unattractive as possible. It was the punishment for doing what I did last night. And if I was going to face him I needed to be sure I felt as insecure as possible so that I wouldn't try anything else.
Kent answered the door and offered me a smile as his eyes looked down at the box on my hand. "Donuts?" I could smell the fresh brewed coffee coming through the door.
“Yes. Good junk study food, right? And it'll go great with the coffee I smell." I raised my eyebrows and made the donut box levitate up to his nose.
Kent nodded, "I believe you are right." When the donut smell reached his nose he inhaled deeply and closed his eyes. "Just bring them in already, tease!” There was a pause. "Wait, donuts?"
I took a step forward and then stopped. "Yes,donuts...what's wrong with donuts?"
"I tried to get you to bring sweet stuff over last night and you brought carrots and water, now you show up with donuts?" He moved out of the doorway to let me come inside.
"And I was keeled over before half time. I thought we'd try your approach today." I moved to the counter and plopped the box down.
There was a nod of his head. "Alright, fair enough. I got lots of coffee and a frozen pizza in the freezer we can have later if you want." Kent shut the door and went to the kitchen. He got two coffee cups out of the cabinet.
"You want a cup to start with?" He asked as he poured a cup for himself and sat it on the counter. "We got a lot more to cover to get through it all tonight."
"Sure, I'll have some." I unpacked my stuff, my back to him. "Did you talk to Jen this morning? I'm curious how the move is going."
"She hasn't replied to my messages. So I guess she's doing alright." Kent said as he poured another cup for me and brought them both to the table. His stuff was right where we’d left it.
I resumed my seat next to him. "She probably heard through one of her groupies that you had a girl over last night." I sipped the coffee slowly not wanting to burn my tongue too badly if it was too hot. I was waiting for him to bring it up. To bring up that I’d left without saying anything. To bring up that we’d had sex last night and that he remembered. Anything. "So, where were we?"
"Groupies? That's a high comment for her." He pulled his seat in a little. "You passed out when we started on Cubism.”
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bsp; But he didn’t mention any of that. He just pushed forward as if it had never happened. And so I’d do the same.
“Cubism?" I pinched my forehead. "Did we even cover that in class?"
He nodded again. "You were snoozing a little that day. Doodling. I figured we'd study sometime and we'd cover it. See. I'm good for something." Kent grinned.
"Of course you are. Studying and," I chuckled, "distracting."
"Distracting?" He flexed the muscles of his arm. "I had no idea." He laughed as he picked up his highlighter.
I rolled my eyes at the arm flex. Jesus, why did he have to be so tempting? Was he flirting with me on purpose or just doing a normal amount? My mushy brain couldn’t tell anymore. "I wasn't talking about your body, you nerd. I was talking about your video gaming and stuff."
"Forgive me, Miss Sexy Ass." He said with a chuckle and highlighted a large passage in his notebook.
I clenched my jaw tight and started writing the large portion that he highlighted. Kent commenting on my sexy ass was not something I wanted to think about, especially since he jizzed all over it last night. My cheeks started to blush as I remembered the night we’d shared. I tried so hard to push it out of my mind and focus on the studying at hand.
We covered a lot of things in the next few hours. Kent's damn near perfect notes were sinking into my brain with the help of coffee and a little bit of sweets.
I groaned and put my pencil down. I shook my hand out and let out a whimper. "I've never written so much in my life! Can we take a break now?"
He slowly put his pencil down. "More coffee?" He stood up.
"Yeah.”
“Let me get rid of the old coffee first,“ he said, moving to the kitchen.
I went to the bathroom and then into the living room. My back was sore from bending over the table all morning so I stretched, grabbing my calves one at a time, my body bending in half.
I stood up straight, stretched out my arms and back and then rejoined him at the table. I took the donut from his hands just before it reached his mouth and then put it to mine. "Yum!"