You're A Fine Girl
Story by: B.C. Kingston
Artwork by: B.C. Kingston
All I could think was, 'What the fuck?'
"You mean other than your current 'boyfriend'?" I ask, referring to myself.
"Yeah, I'm sorry. ...I do. He doesn't like to go out," she sighs again, "I had a great time though."
Me too. I was certainly disappointed, but compared to any other Friday night in my life, this was still a top-tier evening. So I sucked it up and tried to make the best of it.
"Oh... so do you want me to just drive you home then?"
"Um well, he thinks I'm at my girlfriends tonight... Would you mind if I stayed with you?"
"Um..." I stuttered, not sure what to think.
"I'm sorry if I'm putting you out."
"No, it's okay. I don't mind," I replied, trying to hide my confusion. Why had she told me she had a boyfriend and then asked to stay over? Was this her way of politely backing out of any further intimacy?
"Okay, okay... but NOTHING’s going to happen," she said while wagging her finger in a no-no pattern, "You understand that right?"
Sure I understood. I had a universal signal I briefly pondered giving her replete with a nice boot out the car door. ‘Think about that while you’re walking home!’ But I couldn’t do that. I was a nice guy, and up until this point, I’d had a really fun evening. So I just mentally prepared for the inevitable frustrating end to our evening and replied as politely as I could.
"Yeah, sure. I even have a spare bedroom."
"You do? Perfect! Thank you so much! You’re so nice to me..."
Nice? Uh oh. Friend Zone.
The drive home was quiet. She cuddled up and turned away from me in her seat and appeared to be asleep. When we arrived at my house, I had to open the door and help her out of the car.
With her arm around my shoulder and my arm around her waist, I helped her inside and up the stairs. Despite the recent turn of events, I still got goosebumps from feeling her pressed against me and smelling her hair.
"You have a nice... house," she mumbled.
"Thanks," I said as we crested the stairs.
I got her into the spare bedroom where my mother would stay when she came to town. I hadn’t washed the sheets yet from Mom’s last visit, but at least the bed was made (thanks Mom). I flicked on the light and showed Brandy in.
She looked around and smiled, “This will do nicely.”
With that, she shuffled over to the bed, sat down and began undoing the straps of her high heels. I stood in the doorway, ready to offer assistance if she needed it. She didn’t. A moment later her shoes were off and she stood up. For the first time tonight, she was shorter than me.
Then she looked at me, smiled, and reached down to grab the hem of her dress. In one quick motion she flipped it up over her hips revealing a lacy blue thong beneath. It was happening so quickly, I didn’t even think to turn away. A couple of wiggles later, she had the entire dress up over her head, exposing a cute lacy blue bra lifting up her small, pert breasts. The dress fell to the floor and she immediately set about unfastening her bra. It fell away easily as well.
There Brandy stood before me wearing only a tiny thong. Her demeanor suggested that being nearly naked before me was perfectly normal. She made a big show of stretching as she lifted her arms over her head and yawned, her breasts rising and falling before me. Then winked at me, turned around, wiggled her tush, and began peeling back the covers on my bed.
Then the show was over as quickly as it had begun. She climbed into the bed, pulled up the covers tight, and let out a long sigh.
“Can you turn out the lights?”
"Okay, um... goodnight then."
Bewildered, I turned off the light, closed the door, and shuffled off to my own bedroom. It was 4 am by this time, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep. Instead, I just laid in bed thinking to myself over and over, ‘What the hell? There is a beautiful, nearly-naked woman in my own house yet I'm sleeping alone. What the hell? We danced. We hugged. I smelled her perfume. I played with her hair. She flirted with me the WHOLE time, yet here I am still sleeping alone. WHAT THE HELL?’
My thoughts wandered to her innocent little strip tease, the image of her lithe, fabulous body was burned into my brain. I imagined that instead of turning me away, she had continued to tease me. After undressing, she would lay back on the bed and begin rubbing herself through her panties while tweaking a nipple with her free hand.
“I had so much fun tonight,” she would say. “Dancing all night, holding you close. Rubbing up against your hard cock…”
Then I would go to the side of the bed, sit on the edge, and watch her continue to rub herself and talk dirty to me…
“Yes, I know I made you hard… and I liked it. I kept you hard all night, rubbing my ass against you on the dance floor… Sitting on your lap and wiggling against your dick. I could tell it was big too. I liked that.”
I would say nothing, instead continuing to watch her hand rub circles on the front of her panties. Maybe I would put a hand on her leg and gently pet her thigh…
“I’ve been wondering all night how your cock would feel in my pussy. Rubbing and dancing and holding you close… It’s made me so wet. Can you see it?”
She would then lift her hand away from her mound, grabbing the top of her thong and pulling it tight against her sex. It was quite evident that her pussy was engorged, soaking through the front of her panties...
My lewd thoughts of Brandy had finally become more than I could stand. I had my hand down in my boxers, gently stroking myself as I fantasized about what would happen next. I was getting pretty into it when I heard a knock at my bedroom door. Brandy’s almost child-like voice called out my name tentatively.
Embarrassed, I whipped my hand back out of my boxers and rolled over onto my belly. Like modesty mattered at this point.
"Yes?" I replied.
The door opened slightly, and through the shadows I could make out her sticking her head in.
"It's really cold in there."
Then I remembered that I had closed the vents in the ceiling of the spare bedroom to save on heating costs. "Oh, right... I'm sorry. The vents are closed. I can open them for you.” I started to get out of bed but then hesitated when I realized she’d see my tented, wet-spot appointed boxers.
Perhaps she misread my hesitation, but she saved me. "No, that's okay," she said, slipping inside the doorway with her arms folded across her naked chest. "I was actually... I was wondering if I could maybe stay with you?"
A thousand questions ran through my head, but I only needed one answer, "Um, sure."
I saw her figure hurriedly approach in the moonlight as I pulled the covers aside and made room. She climbed in quickly and snuggled up against me. Eager to touch her again, I was surprised by how cold her skin was.
"Brrr..." she shivered.
I wrapped my arms around her and we settled into a spooning position. Once again, her butt was pressed into my crotch. A little chagrined, I wasn’t sure what to do or think next. Do I just try to fall asleep with this gorgeous woman in my arms? Do I make a move? Would I be taking advantage of her? What the hell?
"Hmmm..." she purred, "You're warm."
And with that, she went still. Soon, her breathing becomes the measured in and out of a woman comfortably asleep.
I laid still with her in my arms for as long as I could. Though it was probably only minutes, it felt like I had held myself politely still for hours. Eventually, curiosity got the better of me. I slowly began to run my hand down her thigh, lingering on her butt just long enough to caress it and then back down again.
I did this for about two minutes before she sighed and rolled forward onto her tummy. My hand froze, but her breathing stayed calm and measured. So my hand began wandering again, down her thigh and then up over her cute little butt to caress her back. I continued tentatively exploring Brandy’s body, savoring the feel of her smooth naked skin.
I heard what I would have described as a contented mumble as I slid my hand back down her back. Her butt wiggled slightly and her legs spread apart. Her skin had quickly gone from cold to warm.
Emboldened, I took extra time caressing her butt on the next pass. I even went so far as to grab a handful and squeeze gently.
I was just about to move on to caressing her thigh when her hand snaked out and slapped mine.
‘Uh oh,’ I think to myself, ‘I'm in trouble now.’
But instead of admonishing me further, her hand moved off of mine and down between the fabric of her panties and the fleshy crevasse of her butt. Grabbing a bunch of material, she yanked her thong upwards, pushing the lips of her sex aside as her wet gusset slid between.
She let out a contented sigh as I watched her, frozen with nervous excitement. After a brief tug, her hand let go, went limp again, and then slowly retreated back under her pillow. I was so surprised I didn’t move, unsure of what had just happened. Was that deliberate or was she acting out in her sleep?
I slowly moved the covers aside and looked at her in the moonlight. I could barely make out her lips peeking out of either side of her stretched thong.
I was so entranced by the sight of her sex in the pale light, I simply sat there and stared at it. Moments passed quietly as I gazed upon her, transfixed. As if she had become impatient, her butt started to wiggle again. Snapping back into the moment, I took her gesture as an invitation. I reached my hand back down to caress her butt. My touch was met with a muted sigh of contentment.
Encouraged, I moved from slowly from rubbing her cheeks to slipping my fingers down under her thong, just as she had moments before. This elicited another contented sigh as my fingers immediately felt her wetness. I used my pointer finger to peel aside her thong while my middle finger caressed her sex.
I felt her hips shift as she pressed subtly back against my hand. What sort of game was this we were playing? Was she really asleep and reacting as if in a dream, or was she merely pretending to be asleep as part of some odd ploy to avoid responsibility for whatever was going to happen next? Either way, her body very much wanted me to continue. As I slipped my hand further down into her crotch, I used my fingers to spread her sex. It opened easily: wet, warm, and inviting.
Holding her thong aside with my thumb, I began running my two fingers up and down her labia. She continued subtly gyrating her hips and moaning softly into the pillow as I stroked her pussy and slipped a finger inside. Keeping my right hand working on her sex, I used my free hand to prop myself up onto my knees and straddled myself over her.
My hardon had never subsided, but my need felt more urgent now than it had all night. I fished out my erect penis from the slit in my boxers and began lazily stroking myself as I continued to administer to her wet, increasingly needy crevasse with my now sopping fingers.
I was incredibly turned on by our "unconscious" role play. I wanted to be inside her so badly. Would she allow the game to go that far? Was it what she wanted? At this point, what could it hurt to try and find out? I gently slid my fingers away from her sex, painting a wet trail on her bare as cheeks.
I paused a moment to see what she would do when I stopped playing with her pussy. For a few moments: nothing. Then I heard a muffled whimper as her ass wiggled again. She wanted more.
I sat up a bit more so I could work my boxers over my hips, springing free my engorged prick. I then carefully worked my underwear down past my knees and off. Brandi continued to whine and wiggle her tush almost as if she knew what I was about to do and couldn't wait.
I grabbed my cock and stroked it a couple more times as I squatted back down onto the back of her thighs. I aimed myself at her exposed sex and rested my head just above the entrance to her vagina.
She wiggled her butt again, swirling my cockhead around in her juices. I worked my hips with her gyrations to prevent her from slipping inside her. The thought of teasing her now seemed like a mild form of justice for the way she'd teased me all night. More than that though, I really needed to know for sure that she wanted me inside her. I needed to know I wasn't about to take advantage of a passed out young woman who only seemed to be enjoying my ministrations.
"Tell me you want it," I instructed calmly. "Tell me you want me to fuck you right now."
Silence. Her hips continued to jiggle, coaxing me on. I continued resisting, pulling back if her moist lips got too close to drawing me in.
"Say it...," I commanded now.
This time, her hips stopped moving. There was a long pause...
"Mmmm... Fuck me baby...," she relented in a passionate whisper.
That was all I needed. I relaxed my hips and slid forward slightly. As I did so, my dick finally breached the divide between teasing and fucking as my cockhead slowly eased its way into her. Brandy’s hips didn’t move, but I heard her exhale a long, contented sigh.
She felt wonderful. Already sloppy wet from our tease-play, her vagina accepted my manhood with a warm, snug embrace. I carefully eased myself forward, savoring every bit of her depth as I slid myself to the hilt. Aside from her sigh, Brandy was silent and motionless. Her body seemed completely relaxed with nary a tight muscle to be seen or felt. I slid myself back out just as slowly, observing the moist sheen she had deposited on my dick.
I started to steady my pace: slowly in, slowly out. I wanted to take my time enjoying the lewd circumstances of our joining. There she was like a ragdoll, letting me pull aside her thong and fuck her all while acting oblivious to everything that was going on. I continued caressing her butt and pulling on her thong as I slid in and out. Despite my best intentions, I began quickening my pace. Her pussy was coating me with her juices and the sight of her ass crack totally exposed was such a turn on, I couldn’t help myself.
Before I knew it, I was fucking her properly; thrusting in and out. Though still relaxed, Brandy’s breathing had intensified with my strokes. A slight vocalization escaped her lips each time I drove it home almost as if I was pumping life into her. By now I had given up the pretense of “sneaking sex” without “waking” her. My hands were gripping her butt tightly to steady my rhythm. I was breathing heavily. The whole bed was shaking. The headboard was smacking against the wall.
It felt so good. I knew I would not be able to last much longer. Only now did it dawn on me that, since I wasn’t wearing protection of any sort, she might not like it if I came inside her. There was no time to make a reasoned analysis of my options, so I settled on breaking my silence again and giving her warning.
“Oh god baby! I’m going to cum soon…”
That elicited an immediate moan as if the anticipation of me fully “violating” her was going to push her over the edge. Her body curled a bit as she tightened her grip on her pillow.
“Fuck me,” she whispered. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…”
I took that as permission to spill my seed inside her and pulled off the throttle a bit. I changed up my quick pumping for longer, deeper thrusts; each one prompting a complimentary “ugh” from Brandy muffled into her pillow. At the precipice of ecstasy, I shoved deep into her one last time, pressing the head of my cock up against her cervix. I tensed my muscles holding off the coming release for as long as I could. A moment later, my orgasm overcame that fickle barrier and exploded ejaculate in deep, forceful bursts against the walls of her sex.
“Ummmm….. cumming!” I warned her, a bit too late.
She was already reacting to the sensation of throbbing head releasing semen. Her hips began bucking more wildly than ever before, trying to milk the last bits of pleasure from my cock.
"Oh God yes! Adam! Yesssss!" she screamed as if waking from her self-imposed stupor.
Adam? My name's not Adam.
I refused to ruin the moment though. Her body started shuddering. I held her quivering ass tight, keeping myself buried deep in her as she rode out wave after wave of orgasm. Eventually the bucking of her hips subsided and her head rolled to the side. No longer muffled by the pillow, she took a deep breath and let out a long contented sigh.
Her eyes were still closed, but I could see the crease of a slight smile on her face. Enjoying the moment, I caressed her body once more. I massaged her butt, rubbed my hands up and down her back, and then down the sides of her thighs. Brandy’s only response was goosepimples. Then I slowly drew myself out. She shuddered one last time as the tip of my head left her sex and then she went still again.
Exhausted, I fell back on the bed beside her. I wasn’t sure what had just happened, but damn it sure felt great. I just hoped I had read her signals properly. The grin plastered on her face suggested that I had. I wasn’t sure who Adam was though. Did she think my name was “Adam”? Was that her boyfriend’s name? The questions swirled in my mind for only a moment. As the euphoria of sexual release began to wear off, sleep quickly claimed me.
I woke up the next morning and found her gone from the bed. "Oh crap," I thought to myself, remembering back to the deeds of last night. Had I done something wrong? Where had she gone?
Just then, I heard the toilet flush in my bathroom and I saw her come out. She was now fully dressed and seemed to be in a giddy mood. In her hand, I spied what could only be the wadded, soiled material of her thong.
“Hey there sleepy-head!” she greeted me, sitting on the edge of the bed politely keeping the hand holding her thong out of sight.
“Hey,” I reply as nonchalantly as possible.
“Thanks for letting me stay here last night. I really appreciate it.”
“Sure, no problem.”
“You know, I had the weirdest dream last night,” she intoned sarcastically.
“Oh?” I said, playing along.
“Yeah. I dreamt I was having sex with my boyfriend. He was massaging me, toying with my pussy, and then he fucked me REALLY good from behind.”
Adam must be her boyfriend then. “Is that so?”
“Mmm-hmm. It was pretty hot. I’m sorry if I got weird or moaned out loud in the night or anything…”
Not sure how to react to that, I just went with: “It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.”
She rolled her eyes. “Anyway… I just wanted to check and make sure we’re cool right?”
“Of course. Absolutely.”
“Good. It must’ve been a pretty good dream, because I totally soiled my panties.”
On cue, she offered up the evidence dangling her thong by the waistline on one finger in front of me. I could see could see the cloudy soiled gusset clearly in front of me. I said nothing.
Brandy continued, “Clearly I can’t take these home with me. What would my boyfriend think if he saw these?”
“So I’ll tell you what. Why don’t you keep these,” she said tossing her panties in my lap, “and we’ll keep whatever happened last night strictly between us, ok?”
Who was I to argue with that?
“Sounds like a plan.”
“Good. Now you just rest up and I’ll get out of your hair. My cab is waiting downstairs.”
She had already called a cab. Great. It was a relief to be so summarily untangled from whatever mischief we’d gotten ourselves into last night, but at the same time I was a bit chagrined to know I would likely never see her again.
“You didn’t have to do that. I could’ve…”
“No, it’s better this way,” she interrupted. “Thank you so much for everything last night… and I do mean EVERYTHING. I had such a good time…”
I heard two distinct, impatient toots of a car horn outside.
“That’s my ride!”
She got up, leaned over, and kissed me tenderly on the forehead. She looked me in the eye and gave me another one of her great smiles. Then she spun around, was out the door, and out of my life.
I looked down at my lap to the ragged blue thong. I picked it up and examined my handiwork. The mess wasn’t anything a good washing couldn’t cure, but I doubted that was the point. This was a memento to do with and savor however I pleased and a reminder of the crazy party girl who let me fuck her in her “sleep”. Of course she had been awake the whole time. These panties were a token to let me know everything was okay.
I lifted them up to my nose and took a long, deep sniff.