0 comments/ 16241 views/ 0 favorites Seducing a Friend Ch. 02 By: Greta123 That night I decided I was going to make a plan to seduce my friend. I was going to show him that I wasn't just one of the guys. And not only that I was a female, but also a sexual creature with sexual appetites. I only had a week or so to convince him that he wanted to sleep with me and I didn't have a moment to waste. Contrary to Harris's belief, I am not a sponge. I have had quite a few sexual escapades and not everyone thinks of me as "one of the guys." I am not unattractive and in fact have a very nice body if I do say so myself. I'm 5"6 with medium length, wavy chestnut hair, dark eyes and a perpetual tan from playing outdoor sports. I'm quite solid, but do have some nice curves. I have something of a naughty side too. One that Harris has never before been privy to. I've got a tattoo of a dragon that snakes its way down the lower part of my torso until the top of my thigh. I had to lie down in the back room of the tattoo parlor in a black thong for hours just to get that tattoo done. It was kind of hot exposing myself that much to a guy with a shaved head and multiple facial piercings named Rex. But I digress. The point is that I like sex. It's usually emotionless, just a quick fuck to calm the heat in my blood or a drunken romp back at his place. But thinking about Harris, I realized that I wanted more than that. A warm body wasn't going to do it this time. I needed to see the lust in his eyes, to see the realization hit him that I'm just what he needs too. The next morning I came down to breakfast in my pajama shorts and a tee shirt. His was sitting at the table munching on some toast and drinking a cup of instant coffee. I reached up to get a clean mug, took out the coffee and some sugar and made myself some coffee too. "So what are your plans for the day?" I asked, sipping my coffee. He grimaced and answered, "gotta go home and start cleaning up a bit so the crew can start work on the kitchen tomorrow." I made a sympathetic face and put a hand on his shoulder. "Sounds like fun. I know exactly what you need. A nice refreshing swim in your pool." I couldn't help grinning as he looked at me in mock outrage. "My pool indeed," he scoffed. "And drinks out with the group. What do you say, O'Hannigan's at 9:00? I'll rally the troops. You just have to show up." I didn't wait for an answer, just turned and went upstairs. Instead of a shower, I opted for a nice long bath. I turned on the faucet and waited for the tub to fill. My thoughts turned yet again to Harris. He wasn't just a delicious body. He was smart and funny and read Tolstoy and Oscar Wilde. He was ambitious but not to the exclusion of all else. But most of all he was a good person. When I was sick with strep throat a few years ago, he brought me chicken soup and made sure I was comfortable. When our friend Steve's fiancee left him, Harris stayed up with him the whole night keeping an eye on his alcohol consumption level and letting him rant even though they both had work the next day. His delicious body didn't hurt. I let my mind's eye roam over his pecs and toned arms, moving down to his long legs and tight ass. I may have even started drooling a bit. At that point I guiltily pulled out my trusty purple dildo and turned off the faucet. I slid in to the tub slowly, letting the water caress my overheated body. I lightly ran my hands down my neck and over my breasts, tweaking the nipples and then moving down my stomach and over my thighs. I ran my hands up and down the inside of my thighs a few times before I returned to my nipples. I rolled them between my fingers feeling them harden and then put one hand back to the bare juncture between my thighs. I started swirling a finger around my lower lips, never quite touching my clit. I rubbed myself up and down between the lips feeling a heavy wetness that wasn't just bathwater. I gently inserted my index finger into my hot, wet hole feeling a longing to be filled. I reached for my dildo and poised it at my ready hole. I imagined Harris bracing himself over me as I slowly pushed the dildo into my tight pussy. Halfway in, I slipped it out only to slide it back in, slightly deeper this time. I pumped it in and out slowly until I was able to fit it all in and then picked up the pace, grunting every time it was in as far as it could go. In my mind, it was Harris straining as he fucked me hard enough to launch me against the wall of the tub as his balls slapped against my ass. I could feel a welcoming tingle sweep from my lower extremities to my belly and knew it would be soon. The tingle grew and I was fucking myself with the dildo as hard as I could until I shattered, my inner walls contracting against the dildo and more sticky wetness leaking from my pussy. I cleaned up the dildo as best I could and threw it in the back of the cabinet under the sink. I felt guilty about fantasizing about Harris that way, but not enough to stop. I was going to continue with my plan to seduce him that night at the bar. That night, I pulled on a short black v-neck dress and stiletto sandals. I let my hair down and even put on some makeup. And yes, I do know how to apply makeup. I work in marketing and know the importance of advertising one's self as well as the product. I put on some sexy underwear to boost my confidence and headed out the door. We were all meeting at O'Hannigan's, and I was the last one to show up. The guys all lifted their eyebrows when I walked in but didn't say anything. "The gang" consisted of Terry, a short blonde nurse, the aforementioned Steve, a software programmer with lank brown hair and deep-set eyes, Dana, of medium height and build with olive skin who was Steve's newest girlfriend (we still didn't know very much about her except that she worked at a pharmaceutical company and was very serious), Greg, a large, bearded, winsome musician (he worked in construction as a day job), and of course Harris and myself. We had all met in college, with the exception of Dana whom we'd only met a few times, and tried to get together at least once a month or so. I greeted everyone and the conversation resumed. Terry was commiserating with Harris (she'd had to replace her entire electric system a few months back) and Greg and Steve were trying to draw Dana into a conversation. I plopped down next to Terry, who commented how nice it was of me to let Harris stay over for the week. "I ended up with my sister and her kids." She said glumly. "Remind me never to have children. All they do is whine and cry and poo. And my sister, god love her, tried to set me up with three different guys in a span of two days. Nerdy, Awkard and Grandpa." "Was Grandpa at least rich?" I asked. "Nope, just cranky," she replied. Harris turned to me. "You're not going to try to set me up with all your single friends, right?" "Most certainly not. Then what's left for me?" I joked. "Although, I do have this friend Bob, nice guy, good looking. Just say the word and I'll set it up." I dodged the napkin he threw at me and went up to the bar to order a drink from my buddy Kevin, the bartender. "What can I get for you tonight, Chris?" He asked. "How about a Long Island Iced Tea?" "Coming right up." He started pulling bottles off of shelves, and asked me as he poured, "So what's with your friend? He's staring at you. He's been staring at you all night." "Who?" I asked, resisting the urge the turn around and look. "The tall one. Harris is it? Every time he thinks you're not looking, he's making puppy dog eyes at you. I kind of want to puke." "Excellent! That means my plan is working." I suddenly had butterflies in my stomach. "Your plan? Oh boy. I'm almost afraid to ask." So I told him about my plan. I figured that as a bartender, he'd probably heard everything under the sun and maybe had some tips. He nodded sagely. "You want my advice?" I leaned forward on the bar. "Your problem is that he thinks of you as a platonic friend. You need to change his mind-set and make him see you as a woman. Although, it seems you've done a pretty good job with that one tonight." His eyes flicked to our table in the back. "You have to tease him a bit. Flirt with other men around him and he'll realize that plenty of men are interested in you sexually. Casually touch him and he'll casually touch you back. Just remember, guys aren't very good with subtlety so you may have to be a bit obvious." He set my drink in front of me and wished me luck. He'd given me something to think about. I sat at the bar for a few more moments deep in thought, sighed, and returned to the table. Seducing a Friend Ch. 03 I couldn't believe my eyes. When Chris walked in I almost spilled my drink down the front of my pants. She looked AMAZING. I'd never seen her in a dress, let alone anything besides jeans and a t-shirt. Her hair was down around her shoulders as opposed to its usual messy bun and she was wearing lipstick. I could tell the other guys were as surprised as me but I'd been sleeping in the same house as this... this... woman and didn't even know it. My god, those curves! How did I never notice them before? She sat down at the table as if nothing was different but I could feel my eyes slipping over to her when I thought she wasn't looking. I just hoped I wasn't acting weird and tried to keep the conversation going as usual. I watched her make her way to the bar and admired her toned legs but when she leaned over the bar, my eyes zeroed in on her ass and my mind wandered back to that morning. After she came downstairs in those ridiculously short pajama bottoms, and reached up to get a mug, giving me a peek of her back where her shirt had ridden up, she went back upstairs to take a bath. I had admired her legs when she had stood in front of me, but promptly forgot about it when I started making a sandwich to take with me to my apartment later. I realized she had an empty container of mayo in her fridge and rolled my eyes. I opened a few cupboards looking for an unopened container but gave up and decided to just ask her. I went upstairs to knock on her door but realized the bathroom door was open a crack. I lifted my hand to wrap on the door when I heard a groan from inside. I froze, and soon heard some more moaning. As it got louder in pitch I realized what it was. It was the unmistakable sound of a woman's pleasure. I was afraid to move for fear of creaky floorboards, and quite frankly, I was riveted to the spot. I heard squishing noises and the moaning got quicker in pace. Finally I heard one last moan and then quiet. I crept off when I heard splashing but I was thoroughly embarrassed by the whole incident. I shouldn't have listened. I shouldn't have been up there at all. I was a guest in her house and I had disrespected her privacy. I had decided to put the whole thing out of my mind but I couldn't help hearing her moans as I stared at her luscious ass from across the room. It didn't get better when I couldn't see her ass anymore. Instead I was presented with a view of her cleavage and red lips as she sipped her drink. I was going to have a very difficult time sleeping tonight. In the same house as her. On the couch that smelled liked her strawberry shampoo. We paid the bill and said our goodbyes. Luckily Chris and I had arrived in separate cars so I wouldn't be stuck sitting next to her making awkward conversation on the way home. I didn't trust my brain to function in an enclosed space, inches away from her bare legs. I had to calm down by the time I got back to her place. I tried breathing in and out slowly and concentrating on nothing but the road and by the time I parked the car in front of her house I felt like I could even say hello without my voice coming out in a squeak. Things would go back to the way they were before and we'd just be good friends. I had driven slowly to give myself time to cool off and when I knocked on her door (even though she'd given me a key; I didn't want to catch her unawares again.) she opened it in her pajamas with her hair back in a messy bun. She smiled and ushered me in. "I gave you a key for a reason you know. I trust you enough not to haul off my t.v. and stereo in the middle of the night. The door wasn't even locked." "I just, well, I... you know," I stuttered. She just rolled her eyes and locked the door behind me. "So, you up for a movie or do you want to just conk out on the couch?" She asked. Luckily we have the same taste in movies. Usually I pass out while my girlfriends cry over 'Pretty Woman' or 'Dirty Dancing' are some other chick flick. I guess I'm just a typical guy, but in my opinion if something doesn't get blown up and no one gets shot, it's a waste of time. I save my brain cells for books and my job. Movies are meant to be a guilty pleasure. She pulled out the latest Tarantino film and I exclaimed, "God bless you my dear!" and settled on the couch. It was already 11:00 pm and I had work the next day but I figured I deserved a bit of me and Tarantino time. Me, Tarantino, and Chris of course. She inserted the DVD and settled down next to me. Closer than usual but I just shrugged and focused on the movie. About halfway through the movie, she started yawning and scooted her butt down to the other end of the couch. "All the action putting you to sleep?" I teased. "Your face is putting me to sleep. How anyone can take you seriously with that mug is beyond me," she retorted. She leaned over and put her head in my lap, curling her legs underneath herself. I think I stopped breathing for a few seconds, and when I resumed I was praying fervently that there weren't any sex scenes coming up. This could get very awkward indeed. By the time we got to the hot stuff (come on, of course there were sex scenes. This is modern filmmaking we're talking about.) she was pretty out of it and hopefully didn't feel any arousal on my part. By the end of the movie, she was completely out of it and didn't move when I called her name. I even poked her a few times. Nothing. I sighed and hefted her up into my arms. She's no wispy thing; years of sports had hardened her body and I was praying I wouldn't drop her. She snuggled her head against my chest and I realized I was holding her bare legs and had an excellent view of her front. Now that I knew what to look for, I could see the outlines of a truly splendid chest, definitely at least a C cup. I felt kind of bad about checking her out like this but hey, she was the one who'd fallen asleep on MY couch (I'd started getting possessive about it I guess), and forced me to carry her up to HER bed. At least, this was my reasoning. I dropped her on her bed and pulled the sheets up. I sat next to her and smoothed her hair away from her face. She looked so sweet as she slept that I couldn't help but give her a kiss on the forehead before I got up and went back downstairs. I lay on the couch thinking about her. Why did we have to be just friends? She was witty and smart (even though she never advertised it) and we had a lot of the same interests. Hell, she was beautiful too even though I'd had to get hit on the head with it before I'd noticed. She'd always been there for me, whether to lend a sympathetic ear or a week on her couch. If she was as passionate in bed as she was on the field I bet she was a force to be reckoned with. With this thought, I could feel a swelling in my shorts. "Oh boy, just what I don't need," I grumbled to myself. We couldn't be more than friends. She was just... Chris, the girl who could kick your ass or make you laugh but wasn't exactly feminine or delicate. I drifted off to memories of her over the years, which turned into dreams. In one dream, she was walking around in a towel and accusing me of stealing her soap. I kept telling her I had my own so why would I want to steal hers but she refused to listen and told me to get out of her house. In another one, we were sitting on her couch and I was flipping channels on the tv and I accidentally flipped to the playboy channel. I started apologizing and she was suddenly wearing that black dress that she'd been wearing in the bar. She accused me of being a pervert and objectifying women but all I could do was stare at her in that dress which just made her madder until she threatened to kick me out onto the street. The dreams went on this vein all night, where she was looking hot or doing something sexy and then getting mad at me for some slight, real or imaginary. In the morning the only way I could interpret these dreams was that I wanted her but was afraid of getting rebuffed and then expelled from her life. I was going to have to tread carefully with her because I couldn't imagine not being in her life. Seducing a Friend Ch. 04 The next few days Chris dragged me out with her in the evenings to "cheer me up." One day we went bowling. Watching her bend over in her tight jeans and swiftly roll the bowl down the aisle did nothing to cheer me up. Mostly it just left me frustrated and tense. The more tense I became, the more she insisted on cheering me up. Talk about a vicious cycle. She finally decided that I needed to get smashed. By this point I agreed with her. I seriously needed a drink of something strong. "Have you ever played the game 'Have you ever'?" She asked me with a gleam in her eye I've learned to equate with trouble. "No," I replied hesitantly. "Does it require police investigation afterwards? She rolled her eyes. "No breaking and entering, terrorist activity, or falsification of documents involved. In fact, all it requires is asking questions." "What kind of questions?" I asked suspiciously. "Oh you know, anything," she replied breezily. "Have you ever been skydiving? Have you ever been mugged, hit by lightning, believed in the tooth fairy? That kind of thing. I ask you 'have you ever...' and if the answer is yes, you take a shot. Then you ask me 'have you ever...' and if the answer is yes then I take a shot. That's it. Perfectly innocent," she said with that gleam in her eye again. "Ok, I guess I can handle that." I still wasn't convinced that this game was as innocent as advertised, but at least it didn't require the removal of any clothing or running down the street naked. "Great!" she clapped her hands and jumped up to get out the Jack Daniels and two shot glasses. "Ok, you start." She poked me in the chest after we'd settled at the kitchen table and filled our glasses. "Um, have you ever, uh... have you ever shoplifted?" I finally asked. "Come on, you know how I feel about the mall. I'd rather visit my Aunt Rita and her cats than be caught dead in that place. Definitely never shoplifted. Ok, my turn. Have you ever had a crush on a teacher?" "Ah, Mrs. Kapowski." My eyes glazed over and I was suddenly back in high school. "She made 9th grade English so much more interesting. She had that whole hot librarian thing going on but man what a body." "Earth to Harris," said Chris, poking my chest again. "I was afraid we'd lost you there for a moment," she said grinning when I finally refocused on her. I couldn't help thinking to myself that Chris had a pretty slamming body too. "That's a shot for you," she said, pointing at my glass. The whiskey burned my throat as it went down but left a pleasant feeling in its wake. "My turn. Have you ever had a crush on a boss?" "I worked at a pizza joint one summer when I was 17. I guess my boss was kind of cute. He had tattoos and an eyebrow ring. Nice biceps too." I raised my eyebrows at her. "You have a thing for tattoos?" "Kind of. Any more questions you want to ask will have to wait until your turn." She grinned at me and winked. I was certainly intrigued about the tattoo thing. I wondered if she had any. But how could she have a tattoo without me knowing about it? Wouldn't I have seen it? She downed a shot of Jack. "Have you ever had sex with an older woman?" I was a bit taken aback at this line of questioning but determined not to show it. I could play this games as well. "Unfortunately not. My plans with Mrs. Kapowski didn't quite pan out. Now back to you. Do you have any tattoos I don't know about?" "Guilty as charged." She threw back a shot and refilled her glass. "Ok, my turn. Have you-" "What?!" I cut her off. "That's it? You're not going to tell me about it? Or show it to me?" "This isn't Truth or Dare, Harris. But if you must know I've got a thing for dragons too." I was trying to imagine all the places she could have a secret tattoo and I was getting kind of hot and bothered. "Now, have you ever shaved... you know, down there?" She nodded her head at my crotch and I hoped she couldn't see any movement inside my pants. "Once. On an old girlfriend's request. I don't know how girls do it. It gets so itchy." I downed my shot. "Oh, you get used to it," she replied absentmindedly. I swallowed. "Uh, have you ever" I stuttered. I cleared my throat. "Have you ever flashed anyone?" She downed another shot. "That goes hand in hand with my tattoo story. Let's just say, I couldn't get it where I wanted it while fully clothed." I swear to god my eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. "Where is it?!" I asked again. "I must know! I demand to know!" "Oh, you demand do you? Well perhaps that will work when 99% of the population succumbs to a mutant brain eating virus and you appoint yourself dictator over the remaining 1%." She rolled her eyes at me. "Have you ever handcuffed or been handcuffed to the bed?" I blushed slightly and took a shot to cover my embarrassment. "Um, you remember that time when I lost my wallet? Well, I didn't exactly lose it. This girl I brought home from a bar said she was into kinky sex and suggested the handcuffs. She blindfolded me too. I never saw her or my wallet again," I said sadly. "I didn't even get laid first." "How'd you get out of the handcuffs?" "Let's just say Steve's been sworn to silence on the whole business on threat of decapitation." She started laughing and didn't stop for a whole 3 minutes even though I was glaring at her. "Payback's a bitch" I thought to myself and smiled. "So, I guess it's my turn, huh? Let me think. Oh I know, have you ever been caught masturbating?" I asked with what I hoped was an innocently curious look on my face. "Of course not. I live by myself. Who could possibly catch me?" She sat back in satisfaction. I refilled her glass. "Actually, you may have to drink to that one." "What do you mean?" She eyed me suspiciously. "So, remember Sunday morning? When you went up to take a bath? That's not all you were doing was it." Her face got red and she looked horrified. "Oh my god, you were spying on me?!" I instantly regretted saying anything. Nothing good could come of this. "No, I came upstairs to ask if you had any mayo and the bathroom door was open a crack. I didn't see anything, I swear! But I could hear you." "Oh my god," she groaned. She picked up her glass and walked over to the couch. She plopped down and drank like she was on a sinking boat and her drink was the last life preserver. I had a feeling the game was over. I felt really bad about the whole thing so I joined her on the couch intending to apologize and hoping she wouldn't kick me out. "You know what this means," she said before I could even open my mouth. "Tit for tat. Drop 'em," she said and pointed at my pants. "You can't be serious," I said. "What exactly do you expect me to do?" "What do you think?" she replied. "You heard me masturbating so now it's your turn. Drop your pants and start jerking off. I'll even close my eyes to make it fair," she added sweetly. I just stared at her open mouthed. "Do you need anything to start you off?" I was already at half mast and didn't expect to have too much difficulty getting it up all the way. "No." I replied gruffly. I couldn't believe I was actually going to do this. But then I realized that I was getting harder just thinking about pulling out my cock right next to Chris. Even if she couldn't see me. "Ok, close your eyes." I glanced at her to make sure she'd closed them and started undoing my pants. I pulled them down and sat down on the couch in just my boxers. I leaned back and pulled out my dick, which was pretty hard, as expected. I glanced at her again to double check and started stroking. I sighed in pleasure as I started getting into to it. I noticed she had some hand cream lying on the coffee table so I squirted some out and lubed myself up. I stroked myself, now able to get fully into it and even forgetting Chris's presence for a moment. So I was shocked when I glanced up and found her staring at my cock and licking her lips. "Chris!" I cried out. "You're supposed to have your eyes closed!" "What, are you going to refuse if I offer my help?" She licked her lips again and all I could do was stare at her open mouthed. She sat facing me on the couch and slowly reached her hand out to my cock. I held my breath and prayed that this wasn't some sick revenge scheme. Her warm hand coiled around my cock and gently started pumping. I gasped in pleasure and dug my fingers into the couch cushions. "Oh god, Chris. Don't stop." I started pumping my hips slightly in tempo with her hand. She pulled her hand away and I groaned in disappointment, but suddenly I felt something warm and wet on my dick. I looked down and was shocked to see Chris looking back up at me with her mouth enveloping my swollen prick. She picked up where she'd left off and I knew I wouldn't last very long. She bobbed up and down for about 15 seconds until I cried, "Chris, I'm gonna cum!" She replaced her mouth with her hand and jerked me to completion. I shuddered for a few seconds, my cum landing on the coffee table in front of me. I slumped back into the couch speechless. I honestly had no idea what to say. Our friendship had changed suddenly and I wasn't sure if it was for the better or for the worse. I had thought I'd known Chris pretty well but I had never seen this side of her before. This side of her was sexy as hell. I looked over at her and she looked back at me like the cat that got the cream. "Revenge is sweet," she commented. "If this is revenge, I like revenge," I replied. She just smirked at me and then licked her fingers one by one. Before I could say anything, she got up and said "we should probably get to sleep. We both have work tomorrow." She put away the whiskey bottle, left the glasses in the sink and skipped upstairs. "Good night," she called to me from upstairs. I was basically left slumped on the couch staring at the stairs, still speechless. I shook my head a few times to clear it and realized my cum was still on her coffee table. I got some tissues and cleaned it up the best I could. Unbelievable. Chris had just sucked me off! She was amazing. And interested in a physical way. For the first time I realized that maybe I could have her. I was no longer afraid of being rebuffed and run out of her house. We could be more than friends. I didn't want to be just friends anymore. Couldn't handle it. Just looking at her made my blood run south and all coherent thought vanish from my head. I didn't just want her, I needed her, couldn't imagine going back home to my newly renovated kitchen and sleeping alone. That was when I made up my mind to see this thing through. Seducing a Friend Ch. 05 I heard a light tap on the door and opened it in my sexiest lingerie. It was a matching bra and panty set- lacy, black, and extremely revealing. I leaned against the door frame with my arms crossed and looked at Harris, saying nothing. He just stood there for a few seconds looking unsure and trying to keep his eyes on my face. He wore nothing but boxers and I could see quite a bulge in them. "I wondered how long it would take you to come to my bedroom," I commented. I could see the light bulb click on in his head. "You planned this whole thing, didn't you!" he exclaimed. I just smiled and backed into the room. I beckoned him with my finger and he followed me in, stopping a few feet from me. I stepped up to him, reached out my finger and ran it lightly down his bare chest. "Are you sure this is what you want?" he asked. "There's no going back from here." "What I want is for you to stop doing your annoying mannequin impression and kiss me. Then I want you to undress me and fuck me all night long. I get wet just thinking about you and your beautiful cock. I need you inside me and I don't want to wait anymore." He looked at me with hungrily and I could see the lust in his hazel eyes. He pulled my face to his and kissed me, slowly at first, but then with more fervor when I kissed him back. I wanted to work him into such a frenzy that he wouldn't be able to control his passion. I bit his lower lip and he slipped his tongue in my mouth. I slipped my hand into his waistband and teased the skin around the base of his cock, never quite touching it. "Chris," he groaned and suddenly pushed me back onto the bed. He spread my legs with his knees and knelt in between them, still kissing me. He broke the kiss and ran his hands up my stomach to the bottom of my demi-cup bra. "You have such a beautiful body. So strong and soft at the same time." "Feel free to explore," I said, grinning at him. "I'm yours tonight." He pulled the straps down my arms and pulled my breasts out. He palmed them a few times in wonder and then leaned over to suck the right one. He nipped at the nipple and then moved on to the left one. This time he ran his tongue around the nipple before taking it into his mouth and sucking on it. I reached around and unclasped my bra, tossing it off the bed. He kissed each nipple again before leaving a trail of kisses down my stomach to my panties. He kissed my inner thighs and then pulled aside my panties with a finger, leaving my pussy exposed. "So beautiful," he murmured, and rubbed a circle around my outer lips. He pushed his face up to my wet pussy and sucked on each labia in turn. He licked my hole, spreading my juices around, and then started gently tonguing my clit. I bucked against his face and he put his hands on my thighs to hold me down. He inserted a finger into my cunt and at the same time sucked down on my clit. "Ah!"I cried out in pleasure. He removed his mouth from my clit, and replaced the finger in my cunt with his tongue. "Oh god!" I cried. He sat up and grinned at me. "Why did you stop?! I was so close!" I exclaimed. "You're not the only one who can play games," he replied with a smirk and then rolled over and pulled the blankets over himself. "You'd better be kidding. This better be a joke!" I said to him. He faked a snore. My turn, I thought to myself and snaked my hand under the blankets. I rubbed his still erect member through his shorts and then slipped them under his waistband. I smiled at his sudden intake of breath and started rolling his prick between my fingers. "You don't really want to play games, do you?" I asked him. In answer, he rolled me underneath him and kissed me hungrily. He started tugging my panties down, with his mouth still on mine and I lifted my hips to help him. "I think you're overdressed," I commented, now completely naked. I reached up and slid his boxers down his thighs and he kicked them off the bed onto the small pile of underwear on the floor. "I want your cock inside me." I grabbed his dick and pulled him towards me. "I want to be properly fucked tonight. All night." "God, you're sexy when you talk dirty," he said and lowered his hips until his cock poked at my entrance. He aimed his cock into my hole with his hand and I put my arms around his waist and pulled his ass down hard, ramming his cock into my pussy. We both groaned together and then he lifted his hips, drawing out of me and then pushed back in. He set a rhythm, sliding in and out, and when the friction of his cock in my wet pussy became overwhelming, I started moaning and crying out "Yes, oh god, fuck me Harris! Harder!" He lifted one of my legs and rested it on his shoulder, opening my pussy up even more to his assault. My hands were flat against the headboard and the bed was rocking from the force of our fucking. "I'm cumming!" I screamed and suddenly my pussy was on fire and I was overcome by waves of pleasure. He stopped pumping but didn't pull out. We kissed some more until I asked, "ready for round two?" "I'll go get the dice," he joked. "You're not going anywhere until I'm so fucked, I can't even walk the next day," I said, and rolled us over so I was on top. I started bouncing up and down on his cock and he commented on the view from below as he watched my tits jiggle. He grabbed them and started playing with them as I rode his cock. I guess he got tired of his lack of active participation because he sat up and told me to turn around and get on all fours. He rubbed my pussy and slid his finger in and out a few times, clearly enjoying himself. He kneeled behind me and I felt his cock slipping in with a squelching noise. I moaned again as he started pumping, fast and hard. I could feel cum from my previous orgasm dripping down the inside of my thighs as I kneeled forward, cunt exposed to Harris, on his knees behind me. I heard him grunting and then felt his hot seed shooting into me, setting me off too. We shuddered together, my muscles convulsing around his penis, milking the last of his cum. I collapsed on my stomach and he joined me in bed, lying on his back, shrunken cock resting on his thigh. "I can't believe you were going to just go to sleep. Imagine what you would have missed. I would have had to get myself off," I said slyly. "Are you kidding me? There's no way I was really going to go to sleep without fucking you first. What kind of guy says no to sex? I just wanted to see what you would do." He grinned. "You cheeky bastard!" I rolled over and poked him in the chest. "It's a good thing I like you." He quickly sobered and asked, "what does this mean for us?" "It means I'm not letting you out of this bed until you promise to come back." He smiled and caressed my cheek. "I'll come back as many times as you let me."