Researching Love Ch. 01

I set my phone aside and lay on my back again, facing the wall. I tried to focus on how warm and cosy the duvet felt and how soft the sofa was but none of that seemed to be working. I turned around, to lay on my stomach. I fell asleep again and left for a bit but soon I found myself drifting away again. Still lying on my stomach, I realised that my cock was as erect as it could and to make matters worse (or perhaps more pleasurable) some of the duvet seemed to have collected just under my crotch. Sighing, I pressed my crotch into it, so it was pressing up against the base of my cock, just above my balls. I then began to move my grind my hip into the couch, thrusting into the softness of the sofa and delighting in the feel of that clump of duvet at the base of my cock. Every time it hit the base of my cock, I almost felt like I was bottoming out inside a girl. And soon, what had started as half-asleep couch-humping (is that even a thing?) turned into full-blown masturbation.

As I humped the couch with more passion, I couldn't help but let out a soft moan. The couch began to shake with my thrusts and I could hear the faint squeaky creaking of the springs inside the cushion. My cock felt as hard as it could be as I kept humping the couch. Soon, the humping itself wasn't enough for me. I turned around, lay on my back and slipped a hand into my shorts. I gently held my thick, hard shaft and started stroking it. In between strokes, I'd bring my palm around to feel the precum dripping out of my tip and rub it all over the head of my cock.

Laying there, stroking myself under the duvet, I began to feel hot. Beads of sweat began to form on my forehead and I could feel the heat radiating off my body. Consumed by passion, I threw the duvet off and onto the floor. I then slid my shorts releasing my hard, pulsating cock from its cotton prison. My cock felt super hard and warm to the touch and I began to stroke it with renewed vigour.

As I touched myself, images of Giada began to flash before my eyes. Details I didn't seem to have consciously registered, suddenly popped into my mind. My memory of our introduction focused on the way her white shirt seemed to teasingly reveal the outline of her bra. How, when she moved around in that shirt, her breasts seemed to stay perfectly still- like two firm, perfectly shaped peaks. I imagined myself grabbing her breasts and giving them a squeeze. I could almost feel the firmness of her boobs and the warmth of her skin. I imagined unbuttoning that sexy white shirt of hers and undoing her bra.

I slipped my left hand down to my balls and began cupping and massaging them gently as my stroking brought me closer and closer to an imminent climax. My breath began to come in gasps and I began to moan softly, as I felt my balls tightening and tingling. And that's when I heard one of the floorboards creak.

I quickly pulled the duvet onto me and turned over onto my stomach. I cursed under my breath as my sudden movement made the couch creak and groan noisily. I just lay there in the dark, quietly. I was all too aware of the sound of my breath and felt surprised no one could hear my heart pounding in my chest. I could feel my cock throbbing and pulsating for want of attention but there was nothing I could do to attend to it. I simply lay there quietly, listening for more sounds. However, none came.

Maybe I had imagined that, I thought to myself. But a part of me was certain I had heard the floorboard creak. Shit, if that really was Giada then I am so, so busted. She's going to kick me out of her house for sure, I thought to myself anxiously. I just lay there, quiet and still, hoping against hope that I had only imagined the sound.

After waiting about 10 minutes in the dark, I decided to get up and make sure the coast was clear. I put on my socks, to soften the sound of my footsteps. I quietly moved the duvet aside and softly got up from the couch. Walking on my tiptoes, I made my way up the stairs, taking care to avoid stepping in the centre of the floorboards.

Just as I made it up the stairs, I heard another sound. What was that sound, I wondered as I got closer to the door of Giada's bedroom. Her bedroom door stood ajar and I could see a thin column of light streaking across the floor, through that gap. Standing there, I heard another sound. It sounded like a lower register than before but longer drawn out. Tiptoeing up to her room, I peeped in through the gap. Giada's curtain were wide open and the full moon's silvery light was spilling out onto the bed and illuminating a scene that made me gasp.

Giada was lying on her back, her legs spread wide open, naked as the day she was born. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open in a soundless scream; her head thrown back in the sweet agony of pleasure. Her right hand was busy furiously rubbing her clit while her left hand cupped and squeezed her breasts, her nails digging into her flesh. I watched her mesmerised. I was dimly aware of the blood rushing to my cock and tenting my boxers, as I just stood there, my eyes hopelessly glued to her body. Before I knew it, my hand had reached my cock and had begun to grope and fondle my thick, hardening shaft.

Giada tensed and then moaned, ever so softly. Her hand on her breast squeezed and relaxed, pulsating in rhythm with her by now ragged breath. As her hand continued to rub her clit, she squeezed her thighs. Her whole body seemed to shake as she left out another soft moan; almost as if she couldn't help but moan. Digging her nails into her boobs, she relaxed her hand before starting to twiddle her nipple with her fingers. From what I could make out in the faint moonlight, her nipples looked as hard as bullets.

Peeping in, I could feel myself get closer and closer to orgasm. Giada looked like a vision from heaven. All I could do as I stood there was think about what it would feel like to have my cock buried deep inside her. Almost as if on cue, Giada moved from rubbing her clit, to fingering her pussy. She slipped in her index finger almost cautiously at first, before thrusting it in all the way. By her third thrust, she had already added a second finger. And so, as I stroked by cock in long and hard strokes, Giada fingered her pussy furiously.

Her breath came in gasps now, quite like mine. I could see her fingers glistening in the moonlight as her tight (I assumed) and wet pussy dripped uncontrollably around them. She squeezed her hips tighter around her fingers. Her moans were louder and more frequent now. I assumed she was getting closer to her orgasm now. I was definitely getting close to mine. As my hand became a blur on my cock, I felt myself panting for air; part of me was afraid she might hear me. How I managed to keep quiet as I saw her fingering herself like that, is a mystery to me even to this day.

Soon, we both felt ourselves go past the point of no return. Giada's other hand moved to rub her clit while she fingered herself furiously. She hand sped up, almost to a blur. I could hear the wet squishy sounds coming from her pussy as she brought her to orgasm. "Ah, ah, ah, Jonnnnn," she moaned as she came. Hearing my name sent shivers through my body and I found myself cumming with her. I shot burst after burst of thick, hot white cum in my boxers as I watched her finger herself through her orgasm. Her hand never stopped fucking her pussy, nor massaging her clit. She moaned louder and more frequently, through her orgasm and beyond as she kept playing with herself. She removed her hand from her pussy and brought it up to her boobs, spreading her own wetness all over her nipple. She circled her areola before pinching and squeezing her nipple in her fingers.

I stood there for some time, watching her continue to play with herself as she brought herself to another roaring orgasm, seemingly more intense than the previous one. But, afraid of getting caught, I decided to return to my couch while she was still too busy playing with herself to notice. I tip-toed back to the stairs and descended down them. But just as I thought I had gotten away fine, I accidentally stepped onto the middle of the last stair, making it creak noisily. The whole house seemed to freeze in silence. Once again, the sound of my own furiously beating heart filled my ears as I waited and waited. I do not know what I was waiting for but I just stood there in silence, trying hard not to breathe. 5 minutes later, when it became clear that my misstep had not provoked any reaction, I stepped off the stairs quietly and walked back to the couch. This time as I got back under the covers, sleep came to me relatively easily. And as I drifted off to sleep, I could only hear the sound of Giada saying my name over and over again as she fingered herself raw.

*** To be continued ***