I have so many different stories I want to tell right now, but you guys have seemed to really liked the ones with Kelsey, so I've got another good one from that time. I literally just remembered this as I bought Halloween candy for a party I'm going to tonight and saw sour Skittles in the mix.

We'd still been keeping everything on the down low and we were surprisingly really good at evading suspicion. I remember one time I was talking to a coworker about girls I thought were cute. He laughed when I mentioned her name.

"She would be grossed out just at the idea of you two together," he said. I refrained from telling him she had swallowed my load in the parking lot a few days prior.

One Friday night the two of us and a few other coworkers and her friends decided to hit up this concert in Orange County. Some emo band - I don't remember who. The plan was to drive down there and spend the night at this one girl's cousin's house. The drive was made significantly less fun for me by the fact that Kelsey and I got into a fight at work the night before.

Every night on her first break she went over to the candy aisle and bought herself a pack of sour Skittles that she would snack on throughout her shift. I also became hooked on them after she offered me some one night. I started buying my own pack every night, but I pretty much always finished mine before lunch since I have no self-control.

This Thursday night, she came back from her last break to find her pack of sour Skittles completely empty. Naturally, she blamed me. I blamed the guy who covered my lunch, Austin, who denied it. This might sound like a stupid argument, but it was a big fucking deal. Big enough that she didn't speak to me the whole drive down. Or while we were all getting high. Or at the show. Or after.

For the life of me I can't remember the whole sleeping arrangement but all that matters is that Kelsey shared the guest bed with another girl, that girl's boyfriend slept on the floor in the bedroom, and I was on the couch in nothing but boxers and a t-shirt.

I don't even remember what time it was, but I remember slowly opening my eyes to see a figure standing right in front of me. I jolted up into a sitting position and saw Kelsey standing there in just a sleeveless white band shirt and striped underwear.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked.

"Shhhhh, don't wake anyone up," she whispered. "I couldn't sleep and I wanted to say I'm sorry."

"Sorry? About what?" I was high and still half-asleep. I didn't remember shit.

"The Skittles. I thought about it, and it was probably Austin."

"Yeah, no shit," I grumbled.

"I'm sorry I was such a jerk about it," she said. She lifted one knee to me left and put it on the couch beside me. Still groggy, I look up at her. Her eyelids were heavier than usual but I could still see her big dilated pupils poking out from underneath them, staring right at me in the dark. I described her eyes in the first story as always looking like she was either high or tired, and here she was obviously both. Despite the drooping lids creating narrow windows, her eyes always had this odd hypnotism to them when she looked into mine. On the surface she looked tired but when you looked deeper you saw the fire. The passion.

Her other leg knelt on the couch to my right, so now she was fully on top of me.

"Can I make it up to you?" she asked. Her hand slipped into the little hole in my boxers and grabbed my cock. She pulled it out through the hole and gave it a few strokes to get it hard.

My brain and body took a minute to adjust to what was happening. I looked her up and down then focused my attention on the three little round bumps where her nipple and barbell piercing poked through the thin white shirt. She smiled and pulled her panties to the side.

I couldn't help but let out a moan as the first sensation of her wet pussy hit the tip of my cock. She put her hand over my mouth and I closed my eyes as she dropped further down onto me. I only opened them when I heard her moan a little about halfway down.

With her hand still firmly over my mouth, I scolded her. "Hhhmmmhmmmhmmm," probably sounding more like a Minecraft villager than anything else. She closed her eyes and focused. She pushed with her knees to lift herself back up and the couch squeaked just a little, but fortunately not too loud.

We breathed heavily into each other's faces, trying to hold our bodies and the couch steady to avoid any more noises. My hands wrapped around her bare thighs and gripped her ass to provide stability. I felt her lips brushing and catching against my forehead with each upward motion. One of her hands sat on the back of my neck while the other laid flat on my chest.

It had been a few days since I'd cum, so it didn't take long to feel my cock swell. I gripped her ass until I'm sure the imprint of my fingers turned the skin bright red and blew my load inside her. I buried my face between her tits to keep from making too much noise. She slowed to a stop and let herself feel every last pulse.

"I'm still not one hundred percent sure this isn't a dream," I said. She giggled quietly in my ear.

"This is very real," she said. "And I think I'm finally going to be able to sleep."

We sat there for a while embracing each other and kissing each other with my cock still deep inside her. When she finally lifted up, a glob of cum slipped out as well. She ran on tiptoes to the kitchen to grab paper towels to clean up.

Despite us both having to wear mildly crusty underwear in the car the next morning, it was a much more comfortable ride than the day before. She sat in the back seat and we made eye contact more than a few times in the rearview mirror.

That night at work I made Austin buy her an extra pack of sour Skittles to repay her, and we shared it together.