Things hadn't exactly been going well between my boyfriend Alex and I over the last few months. We'd been together for about two years, and had reached a point in our relationship where we were just going through the motions. The dumbest things would start an argument that would evolve into someone getting the silent treatment for hours. The healthy thing to do would've been to realize what was happening and go our separate ways, but instead I went to a party at his house, surrounded by all of his friends and even more alcohol.
Alex lived in a house with his older sister, Brianna. She was two years older than us and mostly kept to herself when her brother's friends were around, so I wasn't surprised when she retreated upstairs as the music got louder and the house filled with more people.
I don't even know what started it, but at some point Alex and I ended up in a near screaming match in the middle of his kitchen while a group of his friends looked on. The only words I remember him saying were "we're done!" The entire thing was fueled by alcohol, and it was humiliating, but he was right. We'd been done for a while.
I needed to get out of there, but I'd had way too much to drink to drive myself home, and I didn't want to linger around waiting for an uber, so I made my way upstairs to get away from the noise. Pressing my back against the wall in the hallway, I slid down to the floor and rested my head on my bent knees. I could feel warm tears streaming down my cheeks. I wasn't even really sad, they were more tears of frustration.
"I don't know how you put up with him for so long."
Startled, I looked up to see Briana standing in front of me. Her red hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she was wearing a pair of black cotton shorts and a tshirt. Her tall, slender body seemed to tower over me from my spot on the floor.
"Me either," I laughed, using the backs of my hands to dry my cheeks. "I hope I didn't disturb you? I really needed to get away from \*that\*."
She extended her hand to help me up and smiled.
"Not at all. I was just watching tv. C'mon. You can hide out with me."
This wasn't that unusual. While I didn't know Bri overly well, we weren't exactly strangers either. I've spent a lot of time at their house. When Alex was playing video games or doing something I wasn't involved in, I'd pop by her room to see what she was up to.
I followed her into her room and we both flopped down on her bed. She was watching Sex and the City reruns. We were laying side by side on our stomachs. Our feet at the top of the bed, and our heads at the bottom.
After a bit of chatter, the conversation died off. Aside from the tv, the room was fairly quiet. I almost jumped when I felt her fingers running along my lower back. This part was definitely new. I froze as she lifted my top up just enough to expose some skin and traced her fingers along the waistband of my jeans. My nipples hardened against the fabric of my bra. I turned my head to look at her and something about the way her brownish-green eyes were looking at me made me lean in and kiss her.
As if we were totally in sync, we both rolled onto our sides to face each other. Our bodies pressed together as we kissed. I parted my lips and let out a soft moan as she pushed her tongue into my mouth. She gave me a small shove onto my back and straddled herself over me. This all came out of nowhere, but the way she was taking charge was doing things to me. My heart was pounding as I looked up at her.
Smiling down at me, she brushed a strand of my brown hair away from my face. Her hands slowly undid the buttons of my shirt. I nodded at her when she reached the bottom as if I was giving her permission, but I'm sure she would've pulled it open anyway. My tits heaved against the material of my white bra with every deep breath I took.
She lifted her shirt over her head, and my eyes fell to her chest. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her tits were small and perky with puffy pink areolas and hard little nipples.
She leaned back down and kissed my neck. I tilted my head to the side welcoming her lips. She slid my bra strap down my shoulder and kissed along my collar bone.
Wrapping my arms around her back we started grinding against each other. Soft breathy noises were coming from both of us. Things were heating up fast.
She kissed her way along the outline of the cups of my bra, and then backed up as she made her way down my stomach. Her eyes looked up at me as she undid my jeans, and I looked back at her as I lifted my ass off of the bed to help her peel them off.
"Are you sure we should be doing this?" I whispered.
With a giggle she laid her head back down beside mine.
"No," she admitted. "But do you want to stop?"
Before I could answer I felt her hand move between my legs. I took a sharp breath in as her fingers rubbed against the dampening crotch of my panties.
"Do you want to stop?" she repeated. Eyes closed, I shook my head no.
"Good."
My head rolled back against the bed with a gasp when her hand slipped into my panties. Her fingers grazed across my wet slit causing my skin to break out in goosebumps. I'm not sure if it was the sound of the bass from the music downstairs or my heartbeat, but there was an intense pounding in my ears when her fingers dipped between my lips.
"Mmm, you're so wet," her voice cooed at me.
She must have touched every inch of my pussy, purposely avoiding my clit, until I couldn't take it any more.
"Oh, fuck," I whimpered. "Please make me cum."
After what seemed like hours her fingers finally brushed against my clit. I nearly jumped out of my skin. My back arched and I moaned loudly.
Her fingers rubbed across my throbbing nub with purpose, and my hips moved in unison with them.
"Don't s-stop," my voice pleaded, even though I don't think she had any intention of doing so. I could feel a pressure building in my lower stomach and knew I was close.
She moved her hand in a way that allowed her to push two fingers inside of me while the palm of her hand continued to pleasure my clit. The noise that came out of me was nearly feral sounding. Her fingers moved slowly at first, but it didn't take long before she was fucking me with them. I could hear my wetness with every pump they made.
"Well, go on then. Cum for me," she smirked down at me.
My hands grasped the bedsheets as a string of moans left my mouth.
My hips lifted off of the bed and I cried out. I could feel my pussy spasm around her fingers
"Oh fuck. Oh fuck!"
My legs shook and my body fell back against the mattress in a breathless heap, coating her fingers in cum.
She pulled her fingers out, but continued to rub my clit as my orgasm ripped through the rest of my body.
"Oh my god," I panted.
She laid back down beside me and smiled.
"You're welcome." She kissed my forehead and then went back to watching tv.
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I stared at the ceiling in a daze, trying to figure out what the hell just happened and how to return the favor.