Stranger than Fiction
Two glasses of wine and she was out, the laughing soiree would not disturb her slumber.
The spirits and conversation flowed freely as young Rebecca silently recovered from her exhaustion, still in her jeans and shoulder-less top.
After a short time the party dispersed. Empty bottles decorated the cabinet, and reminiscing puddles soon dried in the bottoms of glasses scattered about the room. Ryan readied for bed, which consisted of brushing his teeth and stripping to his boxers, then slid next to Rebecca in his bed. They had not been dating, but rather, enjoying a budding friendship splashed with an explosive chemistry. Ryan moved her to lay parallel on the bed and pulled the covers over both of them. He thought about waking her so she could put on her pajamas, but opted to let her sleep. She stirred and rolled over on his chest, as she had often done before, both falling into an embraced sleep. He enjoyed these sleeps with her, her soft warm body against his is very soothing. But they would not sleep tonight, not yet. Though his head was on the pillow, and his arm was resting gently on her back, his hormones were fully erect. Rebecca kept stirring, getting closer to his warmth and rubbing his bare chest. His head turned to her, feeling her warm breath on his face. It didn’t take long for her hand to slide under his boxer shorts. Her chin lifted and their lips embraced. They had kissed passionately before, hours at a time. The intamacy and sweetness of their kiss was irresistible. Their tongues danced together in unison as her hand softly caressed under his shorts. “Why do you still have your pants on?” She asked. A gentle laughter was followed by the same question referring to her clothes. He answered by slipping her top over her head and kissing her nipples. His hand slipped in her pants and she unbuttoned them to let him in. He moved his hand down her waist and ran his palm over her fresh shave. She wasn’t wet at all, which stopped his thoughts for a moment. They had not been engaged for long, but there was... nothing. But he quickly disregarded the pause, remembering the variety of weather conditions each woman’s body holds. “Maybe it takes a little more for her”, he thought. A little more indeed, and she was fully lubricated. He carefully ran his fingers up and down between her legs, starting slowly in hopes to lead her to an piercing orgasm that would wake the neighbors. She pulled his hand to her mouth, dipping his fingers inside and sucking them one at a time. "Oh god that's hot", Ryan thought as he rolled on top of her, exploring every corner of her mouth with his tongue. “I can taste you”, he said. The bitter taste of her sweetness sent waves of euphoria through his entire body, it was like a shark tasting a drop of blood. When it was gone from her mouth he moved his lips to her chest, down her stomach and pulled on her pants. “What are you doing?” she said. Speechless, his thoughts swarmed. He was aware of the complexity involving casual sex, even a little head. This could be considered a mere favor in some people’s book, but could hold much more significance in others; a significance she might not be willing to partake. So he stopped. Ryan respected Rebecca, and valued her friendship enough to not let one night of passion soil it. They were both incredibly sexual people, in touch with the imeasurable pleasure the human body provides; but they were also aware of the emotional implications that inevitably correspond. Ryan crawled back up the bed next to Rebecca and rested next to her, draping his arm over her bare stomach. His head was once again on the pillow, but once again she moved it. “You better not pass out”, she said as her hands ran over his shoulder. In an instant he was back at the foot of the bed pulling off her pants. He had dreamt about this too much to resist now. His lips made one more pass over her body, beginning at her cheek and ending between her legs. Her knees spread as his tongue ran slowly up and down. Light moans accompanied her fingers running through his hair. Soon her taste covered his mouth as he swallowed her succulence. He continued to explore as far inside as his tongue would reach, thrilling his taste buds to no end. He took great pleasure in this deed, and even greater pleasure in succeeding climactic screams. Her moans continued but did not build as much as he wished. Like any man with alpha male tendencies, Ryan rose to the challenge, determined to have a gush of her run down his chin. He settled in for as long as it would take. Soon, his fingers joined the party. The moans got louder as he coordinated his tongue and fingers to work in harmony. Two fingers slid deep inside her silk, moving back and forth, simulating what he knew they couldn’t do. Then something funny happened. Something came over him. Guilt? … "Damnit mother!! Get your morals out of my head!! We’re just having a good time!" Still, something was there. Something as delicate and fragile as human emotions, male or female, is not something to be taken lightly. He removed his hand and ran it up her chest, caressing her breast as his mouth went down. But she took his wrist and moved it back. The subtle line in this sort of game takes communication and response. He responded by slipping his fingers back inside her, his tongue flipping over. Then she laughed. Not a laugh of pleasure, but more like a laugh that would embarrass anyone one the other end of this situation. “What?” he replied. “You’re licking me pussy!” Like he hadn't noticed. “Why is that funny?”, “I don’t know, I just didn’t think you would ever be doing that”. This is a conversation that will kill any mood. Casual banter in the middle of intimacy tends to have a dampening effect. But still determined to finish, Ryan rose to her face and turned over to lay on his back. “Turn over,” he said. “Turn over?” “This way,” he said as he turned her body to face the foot of the bed and lifted her leg over him. “Oh no, I’m not doing that!” She exclaimed. “Huh?” he murmured. “You’re the one getting freaky.” She finished. This ended it for sure. His thoughts raced, “I’ve had my mouth wrapped around your pussy for twenty minutes and you can’t do anything? You were sure enjoying it, you selfish bitch.” A few moments of stillness was broken when Rebecca asked, “How did that happen?” “I’m sorry?” he replied. Then his phone rang. His friend was just mugged. He was ok, but shaken. Talk about a mood killer. Ryan’s interest and judgment in continuing this evening quietly started to fade about five minutes ago, now his motivation had completely turned around. And his guilt began to set in. Alcohol and opportunity had won again. He had been through this so many times, one would think he would have learned by now. Occasionally it would be fine, some of his best friends are ex-lovers, but the sink in his stomach reminded him it’s not worth the risk. He had momentarily revoked his decision to not go there with Rebecca, but hormones had gotten the best of him. You can’t put too much blame on the hormones of young single adults, things happen. And it’s not like they just met at a bar and fucked each other, (though one of Ryan’s sweetest sexual experiences was just that, with a girl who later said “You’re not going to get all weird on me, are you?”) But these anomalies are no life guidelines. Rebecca again rested on Ryan’s chest and fell asleep. His arm resting on her warm back, he thought more about what she said. "How did this happen?", rang in his head. "You wrapped your hand around my cock, that’s how it happened” he thought. Then he thought about her refusal to give him head, what nerve. He wanted to tell her how much she confused him, but didn’t really want to get into it. He just wanted to sleep. He had felt a lot for her over the last few weeks. They discussed the situation and agreed to not get involved; but had spent a lot of time talking and enjoying the company, and shared a lot of innocent intimacy wrapped in each others arms. While he had done a good job of keeping his emotions separated from his attraction, he could feel his feelings slowly creeping in; completely contradicting his better judgment. So I suppose they’re lucky. No real damage was done, and what doesn’t kill a friendship, makes it stronger.
The spirits and conversation flowed freely as young Rebecca silently recovered from her exhaustion, still in her jeans and shoulder-less top.
After a short time the party dispersed. Empty bottles decorated the cabinet, and reminiscing puddles soon dried in the bottoms of glasses scattered about the room. Ryan readied for bed, which consisted of brushing his teeth and stripping to his boxers, then slid next to Rebecca in his bed. They had not been dating, but rather, enjoying a budding friendship splashed with an explosive chemistry. Ryan moved her to lay parallel on the bed and pulled the covers over both of them. He thought about waking her so she could put on her pajamas, but opted to let her sleep. She stirred and rolled over on his chest, as she had often done before, both falling into an embraced sleep. He enjoyed these sleeps with her, her soft warm body against his is very soothing. But they would not sleep tonight, not yet. Though his head was on the pillow, and his arm was resting gently on her back, his hormones were fully erect. Rebecca kept stirring, getting closer to his warmth and rubbing his bare chest. His head turned to her, feeling her warm breath on his face. It didn’t take long for her hand to slide under his boxer shorts. Her chin lifted and their lips embraced. They had kissed passionately before, hours at a time. The intamacy and sweetness of their kiss was irresistible. Their tongues danced together in unison as her hand softly caressed under his shorts. “Why do you still have your pants on?” She asked. A gentle laughter was followed by the same question referring to her clothes. He answered by slipping her top over her head and kissing her nipples. His hand slipped in her pants and she unbuttoned them to let him in. He moved his hand down her waist and ran his palm over her fresh shave. She wasn’t wet at all, which stopped his thoughts for a moment. They had not been engaged for long, but there was... nothing. But he quickly disregarded the pause, remembering the variety of weather conditions each woman’s body holds. “Maybe it takes a little more for her”, he thought. A little more indeed, and she was fully lubricated. He carefully ran his fingers up and down between her legs, starting slowly in hopes to lead her to an piercing orgasm that would wake the neighbors. She pulled his hand to her mouth, dipping his fingers inside and sucking them one at a time. "Oh god that's hot", Ryan thought as he rolled on top of her, exploring every corner of her mouth with his tongue. “I can taste you”, he said. The bitter taste of her sweetness sent waves of euphoria through his entire body, it was like a shark tasting a drop of blood. When it was gone from her mouth he moved his lips to her chest, down her stomach and pulled on her pants. “What are you doing?” she said. Speechless, his thoughts swarmed. He was aware of the complexity involving casual sex, even a little head. This could be considered a mere favor in some people’s book, but could hold much more significance in others; a significance she might not be willing to partake. So he stopped. Ryan respected Rebecca, and valued her friendship enough to not let one night of passion soil it. They were both incredibly sexual people, in touch with the imeasurable pleasure the human body provides; but they were also aware of the emotional implications that inevitably correspond. Ryan crawled back up the bed next to Rebecca and rested next to her, draping his arm over her bare stomach. His head was once again on the pillow, but once again she moved it. “You better not pass out”, she said as her hands ran over his shoulder. In an instant he was back at the foot of the bed pulling off her pants. He had dreamt about this too much to resist now. His lips made one more pass over her body, beginning at her cheek and ending between her legs. Her knees spread as his tongue ran slowly up and down. Light moans accompanied her fingers running through his hair. Soon her taste covered his mouth as he swallowed her succulence. He continued to explore as far inside as his tongue would reach, thrilling his taste buds to no end. He took great pleasure in this deed, and even greater pleasure in succeeding climactic screams. Her moans continued but did not build as much as he wished. Like any man with alpha male tendencies, Ryan rose to the challenge, determined to have a gush of her run down his chin. He settled in for as long as it would take. Soon, his fingers joined the party. The moans got louder as he coordinated his tongue and fingers to work in harmony. Two fingers slid deep inside her silk, moving back and forth, simulating what he knew they couldn’t do. Then something funny happened. Something came over him. Guilt? … "Damnit mother!! Get your morals out of my head!! We’re just having a good time!" Still, something was there. Something as delicate and fragile as human emotions, male or female, is not something to be taken lightly. He removed his hand and ran it up her chest, caressing her breast as his mouth went down. But she took his wrist and moved it back. The subtle line in this sort of game takes communication and response. He responded by slipping his fingers back inside her, his tongue flipping over. Then she laughed. Not a laugh of pleasure, but more like a laugh that would embarrass anyone one the other end of this situation. “What?” he replied. “You’re licking me pussy!” Like he hadn't noticed. “Why is that funny?”, “I don’t know, I just didn’t think you would ever be doing that”. This is a conversation that will kill any mood. Casual banter in the middle of intimacy tends to have a dampening effect. But still determined to finish, Ryan rose to her face and turned over to lay on his back. “Turn over,” he said. “Turn over?” “This way,” he said as he turned her body to face the foot of the bed and lifted her leg over him. “Oh no, I’m not doing that!” She exclaimed. “Huh?” he murmured. “You’re the one getting freaky.” She finished. This ended it for sure. His thoughts raced, “I’ve had my mouth wrapped around your pussy for twenty minutes and you can’t do anything? You were sure enjoying it, you selfish bitch.” A few moments of stillness was broken when Rebecca asked, “How did that happen?” “I’m sorry?” he replied. Then his phone rang. His friend was just mugged. He was ok, but shaken. Talk about a mood killer. Ryan’s interest and judgment in continuing this evening quietly started to fade about five minutes ago, now his motivation had completely turned around. And his guilt began to set in. Alcohol and opportunity had won again. He had been through this so many times, one would think he would have learned by now. Occasionally it would be fine, some of his best friends are ex-lovers, but the sink in his stomach reminded him it’s not worth the risk. He had momentarily revoked his decision to not go there with Rebecca, but hormones had gotten the best of him. You can’t put too much blame on the hormones of young single adults, things happen. And it’s not like they just met at a bar and fucked each other, (though one of Ryan’s sweetest sexual experiences was just that, with a girl who later said “You’re not going to get all weird on me, are you?”) But these anomalies are no life guidelines. Rebecca again rested on Ryan’s chest and fell asleep. His arm resting on her warm back, he thought more about what she said. "How did this happen?", rang in his head. "You wrapped your hand around my cock, that’s how it happened” he thought. Then he thought about her refusal to give him head, what nerve. He wanted to tell her how much she confused him, but didn’t really want to get into it. He just wanted to sleep. He had felt a lot for her over the last few weeks. They discussed the situation and agreed to not get involved; but had spent a lot of time talking and enjoying the company, and shared a lot of innocent intimacy wrapped in each others arms. While he had done a good job of keeping his emotions separated from his attraction, he could feel his feelings slowly creeping in; completely contradicting his better judgment. So I suppose they’re lucky. No real damage was done, and what doesn’t kill a friendship, makes it stronger.
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