Boyfriend's Hot Best Friend

You're having difficulty sleeping and it's not just because it's a warm night. The main problem is that you can't stop thinking about curtis, and the fact that he's crashing in the guest room, just a short distance down the hallway.

You think about your boyfriend's friend a lot. Actually, 'thinking' doesn't describe it properly. 'Fantasizing' is more accurate. You fantasize about him all the time, and now that he's under the same roof your imagination has shifted into overdrive.

What if you got up and snuck into his room right now? What if you woke him up with a deep, passionate kiss? What if you told him how much you wanted to fuck him?

You trace your hand down over your breasts and your bare stomach where your skimpy nightie has ridden up. Your legs part and you slide your fingers further down and start tracing the outline of your pussy slit with your middle finger. You rub back and forth, pressing the silky crotch of your panties between your labia, feeling the warmth and the dampness increase. You're careful not to vibrate the bed too much. Your boyfriend is asleep next to you and you don't want to wake him.

You try to imagine what curtis's dick looks like. You've noticed his bulge several times. It looks like it could be bigger than normal. Your hand sneaks into your panties as you try to visualize his thick, throbbing cock at full erection. You'd love to grab it and stroke it. You'd love to hear his gentle moans as you fondle his balls and jack him slowly. Then you'd put that beautiful cock to good use... you also want to grab pinch touch and smack or even spank that rock hard, firm, tight ass of his too.....

Your pussy is completely wet now and your fingers are slick with your juices. This is when you would normally start a full-frontal assault on your clit and frig yourself to orgasm. You're certainly frustrated enough to do that now. But a persistent thought causes you to hold off.

curtis is just down the hall. Go on, take a look. He didn't bring pajamas. He might be naked in there. Just take a peek while he's sleeping...

The idea of spying on your boyfriend's friend ties your stomach into a nervous knot. What if you got caught? But the prospect of watching him sleep, seeing him vulnerable, maybe seeing more of him than you should -- suddenly it's all you can think about. You rub your clit a bit more, hoping to drive away this dangerous impulse, but now when you think of his cock, his chest, his ass... now when you think of him you can't get over the fact that he's under the same fucking roof, just down the fucking hall...

Almost in a trance you pull your covers over and swing your feet down on to the floor. You tiptoe to your bedroom door and open it carefully, trying to minimize the sound of the handle turning. You step into the hallway and ever-so-slowly close the door behind you, terrified of rousing your boyfriend.

You stand still for a moment, listening for any movement, then start tiptoeing down the hall to the room where curtis is sleeping.

A floorboard creaks and you freeze, listening for any indication that you've woken someone. You still have the chance to pretend you're heading for the bathroom, but this is the point of no return.

"What's the worst that could happen?" you ask yourself, tentatively resuming your journey.

You could get caught in the hallway...

You could get caught in his room...

You might wake him up...

He might grab you and fuck you, right then and there...

Your heart flutters at the thought. You'd let him, if he tried. You'd let curtis have his way with you in a heartbeat, you're so fucking horny right now.

"macenzie, what are you doing?" you ask yourself in a hushed whisper as your hand reaches for the door handle of the guest bedroom.

"Just taking a peek," you reply to yourself sub-audibly as you gently turn it. "Now shut up!"

With your breath held and your ears straining for any sound coming from within the room, you slowly, very slowly, open the guest room door. Then, when it's wide enough, you poke your head through the gap.

You can clearly see curtis asleep on the bed, illuminated by a ray of moonlight shining through a gap in the curtains. He's on his back, covered only by a sheet. The contrasting light and shadow makes him look like a sculpture. A sexy sculpture with bare chest and arms exposed, breathing gently. His legs are slightly askew, his hips angled slightly towards your vantage point -- and is that just a trick of the way the sheet is draping, or is it... is it...

Oh Jesus, that's his cock. That's the outline of his cock that you can see through the sheet. It's at least semi-hard. It's big, maybe bigger than you've dreamed.

You can't take your eyes off him. He looks so peaceful sleeping there, but so potently manly, so full of sexual promise.

You ease yourself through the partly-open doorway and step fully into the room for a better view. He's naked under that sheet -- he must be.

You stare at the bulge his prick makes, long and thick, and you wonder what it might look like in the flesh. One hand slips into your panties and you start rubbing your groove while staring at curtis's cock barely six feet away from you, hidden only by that thin sheet -- that thin sheet that barely covers him, and which, with just a few little tugs, could fall away and reveal him completely.

Your fingering increases both speed and pressure, and your pussy is as wet as it has ever been. The wrongness of what you are doing, the risk of getting caught, and the proximity of curtis's naked body all combine to make you insanely horny. You could bring yourself to orgasm right here, right now, right in front of him as he sleeps unknowing.

Or, you could just sneak over and give that sheet the slightest of tugs, and you could get a look at his naked prick. Throwing caution to the wind you tiptoe around to the other side of the bed and kneel down in a position level with his hip. Pulling the sheet to this side of the bed will require the least movement to reveal your prize. If you rouse him, maybe you'll be able to duck down and hide by the side of the bed until he falls asleep again.

You reach out with a trembling hand and pinch the sheet between thumb and forefinger. Then you pull it toward you as slowly as you can. Your eyes are glued to the outline of his cock as the sheet slides gently over it.

curtis stirs and you freeze, not daring to breathe. Then he shifts position, turning his hips toward you, causing the sheet to slip and do most of the remaining work for you.

You hold your breath for as long as you can, then gently exhale when you become sure he is still sleeping. Then you give the sheet one final, gentle tug.

You bite your lip and stare at curtis's naked cock, now exposed in all its glory to your lustful gaze. It's thick, veiny, slightly bent and mostly hard, the bulging head resting on his upper thigh. It looks good enough to eat.

The sharp fear of being caught soon dissipates and your horniness returns. Your panties are now soaked with your own juices and the wet sounds of your fingers plunging in and out of your hole can easily be heard clearly above curtis's gentle breathing.

You're getting closer and closer to cumming, but another dangerous thought intrudes. What would it be like to touch it?

You pull your hand out of your panties and reach towards curtis's cock, your own juices glistening on your fingers in the moonlight. After the smallest hesitation you make contact. Then your middle fingertip gently brushes along the underside of his shaft, leaving a snail-trail of your pussy juice as you ever-so-slowly-and-softly trace your finger along towards the head. The skin of his prick is smooth as silk.

When your finger reaches that place on the underside where the skin attaches to the glans, you accidentally scrape that sensitive part with your nail. curtis's cock twitches and he lets out a sigh in his sleep.

By now you're getting bolder. He seems to be a deep sleeper, so you barely wait five seconds before going for broke and grasping his cock in your hand. It feels so alive in your hand, so warm and full of energy. One might even say it throbs. You can feel it start to swell with each beat of his heart in response to your touch. You start to gently stroke curtis's cock. Your own pussy juice provides the initial lubrication but when that dries up you take a second to dribble spit into your palm, then start stroking him again. You want to make him cum. You want his see his sticky sperm spurting and dribbling from his beautiful cock.

You are acting on pure impulse now. If you took a moment to think, you'd probably realize that there is little-to-no chance of jerking curtis to orgasm without waking him up...

"Who is that? What are you doing?" he whispers. You freeze, your fingers still wrapped around his rod. He has raised his head and is looking at straight at you, squinting in the darkness.

"Nothing," you whisper. "Go back to sleep."

That was never going to work. "macenzie? Is that you? What the fuck do you mean, go back to sleep!" He starts to raise himself up on one elbow.

You feel a momentary urge to apologize and run the hell out of there, but then what? It wouldn't just end now. The ramifications of your actions tonight could be far-reaching and probably humiliating for you. So instead you decide to double-down and own the situation.

"Ssshhh! You'll wake my boyfriend," you hiss, not removing your hand from his prick. You place your other hand on his bare chest and firmly push him back down on the mattress.

"Jesus macenzie, he's in the next room," he whispers, but he stays down.

"Be quiet and enjoy it," you whisper back, tickling his nipples with your nails. You lean over him and spit directly on to the head of his prick, then you polish his knob with your palm before resuming the stroking action.

"Holy shit..." he sighs. "I can't believe this is happening..."

curtis's cock now starts growing rapidly in your grip. You thought it was big before, but now that he's fully awake and aware, his prick wastes no time in achieving its full length and girth. A dribble of clear pre-cum oozes from the tip and trickles on to your hand.

"You like this, don't you curtis?" you tease. "Tell me how much you want it."

"macenzie, I've fucking dreamed of this moment," he pants. "I've wanted you since I first saw you..."

Your heart soars as you hear that curtis wants you as much as you want him. But you don't want to let him know that. It would give him too much power over you. "Well curtis, this is your lucky night," you reply. While continuing to jerk his cock you start to rain little kisses over his stomach and hips, your hair brushing against his skin and causing him to tremble. He smells, tastes so good, saltly and sweet tasting flesh so manly, so intensely male that your mouth starts to water.

You get up from your knees and stand by the side of the bed. curtis stares at you, no doubt wondering what's next.

You take your little nightie by the hem and pull it up and over your head, exposing your breasts to him. A smile crosses his lips. "macenzie, you're beautiful," he whispers.

You smile back, then you hook your thumbs into your panties and tug them down. His eyes dart to your freshly-revealed pussy, all neat and tidy following your landscaping efforts from the day before.

"You're about to get laid," you tell him. He doesn't object.

You put one knee on the bed next to his hip, then swing the other leg over and straddle him. You can feel the tip of his cock tickling the base of your buttocks. You reach down to adjust him, then settle down, sandwiching his shaft up against his stomach with your pussy. You start slowly rubbing your pussy up and down his length, your lips spread around him, all wet and slippery.

curtis's hands find their way to your hips, and you place yours on his chest, leaning forward. He tries to reach your nipples with his mouth, but fails. You assist him by sliding your butt forward on to his stomach and dangling your breasts in his face, propping yourself with your hands on his pillow.

He draws a nipple into his mouth and sucks, sending electric shocks through you. His tongue traces circles around your stiff bud, then his teeth scrape and nip, making you gasp. Meanwhile his hands find their way to your ass and squeeze firmly.

You sense that the balance of power is shifting. You need to reassert your dominance -- to let him know that you are the one in control. That's your best chance for controlling what happens after tonight. You can't let him think he can take you whenever he wants. That would be too dangerous. Whatever this is, it has to be on your terms.

You pull your breast from his mouth with a wet pop and sit upright astride him. One at a time you take his hands from your backside and place them above his head on the pillow.

"Keep them there. Do I have to tie you?" you ask.

curtis shakes his head.

"Good." You reach between your legs and grab hold of his prick, running your palm along its whole length and momentarily cupping his silky balls. Then you rub his knob against your clit and work it into your slit, easing it slowly along until you feel it pressing against your entrance.

This is it. You're going to fuck him. You're actually going to fuck curtis.

With a groan you sink down on his prick, reveling in the sensation of your cunt expanding around his girth. Your flesh enfolds his flesh -- his pulsing, throbbing prick intrudes deeper and deeper into your being as the weight of your body presses inexorably down, impaling you further and further, until he fills you completely and your bottom kisses his thighs. He's so big, so thick, but you knew you could take him all. You were born to take him all.

curtis sighs and the look on his face tells you all you need to know about how much he appreciates what just happened.

You wait a moment to give you both the chance to relish your newly-conjoined state. He's part of you now, and you've taken part of him. You bite your lip and give him a sexy smile, full of promise. He smiles back, but you can feel the urgency in him, the building desire to take control of you, and fuck you.

You fuck him first. Starting slow, but quickly increasing pace, you raise your pelvis until two-thirds of him are exposed, slick with your juices, before slamming yourself back down. Again and again you do this, bouncing your ass against his hips. He tries to thrust up into you and you respond by sinking back down and making circles with your hips, grinding your pussy on him and rubbing your clit against his pubic bone.

"macenzie... you're amazing," he whispers, then grunts as you drop your ass back into his lap again. You're so wet now that your juices are starting to trickle down over his balls.

curtis forgets himself and tries to grab your tits, but you lean back out of his reach, your hands reaching backward and gripping his thighs. In this position you squirm your hips around and he watched transfixed as your pussy wrenches his dick from side to side. Eventually it pops out and you both groan.

You straighten up again, grab his cock and stuff it back into you. He reaches for your hips and you immediately deflect him, grabbing his forearms and holding them on either side of his head. In this new position, bent forward with your breasts brushing against his chest, your clit bumping against his pubis as you hump and grind on him, you feel your orgasm building.

"I'm gonna cum, Curtis," you pant hotly into his ear. "I'm gonna fucking cum on you."

He moans. "Wait... Macenzie, let's cum together..."

You bite his ear. "Then you better fucking cum now,"

you pant. "Cum for me, Curtis. I wanna feel your cum in me..."

"Just a little longer," he moans, but you're no longer in control of your body. The mother of all orgasms comes crashing over you in waves and you convulse on top of him, panting and gasping, unable to form words. Your pussy sends ripples around his shaft.

"Oh Macenzie," he gasps, breaking free from your grasp and grabbing your ass cheeks. While you continue to orgasm he thrusts frantically up into you, his fingers digging into your soft flesh. Then he tenses.

As your orgasm ebbs away you feel spurt after spurt of his semen flooding your pussy. Then, when he's given you all that he can, he releases his grasp on your bottom and wraps his arms around you, holding you close, kissing your neck.

He holds you like this for a minute while your panting becomes heavy breathing then satisfied sighing.

This is too intimate. He might start to think he's an equal in this relationship. You roll off him, feeling his still-firm cock slip out of your cum-filled pussy.

"That was nice," you tell him, barely able to stand on your wobbly knees. You pull your nightie back on, but elect to keep your panties off until you visit the bathroom.

"Macenzie, don't go," he pleads.

You look down at curtis sprawled naked on the bed, his chest heaving, his beautiful cock shiny with a mixture of his cum and your own juices. You've fucked him, and it was awesome, but there are so many more ways in which you can use him. For now, however, you've scratched your itch.

"We can do this again. I'll let you know when," you tell him as you walk quietly to the door.

Curtis groans.

"Or maybe I'll just surprise you," you add, before slipping into the hallway and gently pulling the guest room door closed behind you.