Awakening the Wet Dream

If I was less drunk I might have been self-conscious about the headboard smacking off the wall. I might have made an effort to cover Adam’s mouth. And I would definitely have opted to wear a condom.

But, as being drunk goes, I’m probably the worst I’ve ever been, and I’m giving my date such a hard, bareback anal fucking the headboard has been knocking holes into plaster for going on half an hour. Adam’s been hollering ‘Oh God, fuck yes!’ so loudly I wouldn’t have been surprised if the Almighty descended from heaven in corporeal form, just to tell him to shut the fuck up.

With less than a minute left in me, I sigh in relief at the first inkling of an ass spasming around my cock. I’m not sure if it’s guilt filtering through the drunken passion that makes me mash Adam’s face into the pillow as he comes, or if I’m just sick of hearing him wailing, but I do know that I’ve never appreciated anything quite as much as I do the quiet that receives my own orgasm.

As soon as my balls are spent I roll off Adam’s back, smack his ass as hard as I can, then wipe my cock on my t-shirt before flopping down on the dry side of the bed. Snoring. My dick is still twitching, and Adam is already snoring his head off. I’d love to say I’d fucked him to sleep but the fact is we’re both as drunk as each other.

First date sex is rarely this good, or this messy, and it rarely happens in my best friend’s house. Troy will be pissed with me in the morning, of that I’m certain. He has every right, given that I’ve just had dirty anal sex in his parent’s bed.

The very thought of Mr & Mrs Ainsley coming home from Holland to find someone has fucked holes in their wall makes me feel ill. My head spins, my guts churn, and I realise I’m perilously close to adding insult to injury by hurling on their newly fitted carpet. I’ve never pulled on my boxers and ran from a room so quickly in my life.

Out in the hall, I swing a right, stagger a few feet to the nearest door and push it open. It isn’t until I’m three steps into the room that I realise my mistake. The bathroom is to the right of Troy’s room, but it’s to the left of his parents’.

I’ve let myself into Kaley’s room.

Ah, sweet, sweet Kaley. Round assed, soft-bellied, big titted Kaley. This girl is a walking wet dream. According to some, she’s an unsailed sea. And she just happens to be the eighteen-year-old sister of my very best friend.

If was less drunk I might have blushed. Covered my eyes and stammered out an apology. But I’m still just as drunk as I had been while I’d mercilessly reamed Adam’s ass. Walking away doesn’t even occur to me. It wouldn’t occur to anyone, though. Not once they saw what I can see. Not once their bleary eyes caught sight of the overwhelmingly touchable, yet entirely untouchable Kaley touching herself.

She’s on her back in the middle of her unmade bed. It doesn’t take a genius to tell she’s been sleeping. Her eyelids are heavy. The blond braid that usually hangs straight and tight down her back is coiled above her tits, messy clumps sticking out from the thick rope. In my quick assessment of the situation, something on the pillow beside her catches my eye. I can make out feathers. Blue beads. Some kind of silver animal glinting in the light from Kaley’s colour changing unicorn lamp.

It’s a dreamcatcher. I know that for a fact because Troy has one above his bed and so does his mother. Well, she did have until…oh. It looks like the one in the master bedroom isn’t the only one my headboard banging managed to knock off the wall.

Shit, Kaley is awake because Adam and I woke her!

Wait, does that mean that…oh good God! Does that mean she’s trailing her fingers over her own thighs because she heard us? Is she biting her lip and giving me a half dirty, half clueless smile because she likes what she heard? I’m certain that she liked it. Completely certain. I wouldn’t be crossing the room and lowering myself onto the mattress beside her if I wasn’t.

I sit silently, watching her run her fingers over her belly, lifting the fabric of her white cotton vest just a little higher. She’s watching me watch her do it and she looks so fucking nervous. There’s a softness to Kaley Ainsley. A bashfulness. Innocence with an edge of understanding that suggests she knows the effect she has on people. A peppering of curiosity that suggests she’s ready to explore. And that curiosity comes with a shit load of untapped sexual energy that I can almost see tripping over her skin as she touches herself.

My first instinct is to flatten her. To crawl over the bed, put one hand over her mouth while the other yanks that vest beneath her tits, rips her candy-striped knickers off her ass and parts her legs so I can get between them and fuck her until the neighbourhood cock isn’t the only one crowing at the dawn. I didn’t miss the single foil condom on her bedside table, I wouldn’t even need to skip out to wash Adam’s ass off my dick. As for consent? That shy nod she’s giving me would be it.

Yes, fucking her would be so delightfully easy.

So, I’m probably more baffled than she is when I grab the heart-shaped cushion off her pillow and use it to cover my cock. She might have given me consent, but I had just effectively denied her it. Why? Because I don’t want to do Kaley that way. And not just because she’s Troy’s sister, either. I just… can’t.

The poor girl looks confused, so I reach over and pat her cheek. I intend it as a friendly gesture, yet my hand lingers despite me. One finger slowly creeps across her face to trace her bottom lip. Then the top. Such a soft pout. I imagine her kissing the tip of my cock. Using her tongue to wet it before drawing it into her mouth. I don’t imagine her parting her lips to do it, though. No, in my head she keeps them together and lets my cock part them for her.

Wait, that isn’t my imagination showing me that. It’s my eyes. Kaley has taken my index finger into her mouth and she’s sucking. Oh, those fluttering lashes and that surprised little moan! So fucking adorable. So fucking innocent. So fucking sexy.

My gaze travels down her body. That white vest is doing a poor job of covering her nipples. They’re rock hard, so much bigger than I thought they’d be, and their deep brown is clearly visible through the taut fabric. Any other pair of tits would be quaking under an onslaught of bites and hard slaps by now. I like bodies to move for me.

I don’t do that to Kaley, though. I free my finger from her mouth, scooping up a little saliva. It leaves a wet trail when I skim my finger down her chin, her throat, in and out of the hollow at the base before running up the curve of one huge breast. I barely touch the nipple closest to me, but she shrinks back with a gasp and shudders. Should I touch her again? No. No. I should wait. Let her decide what she wants.

Seriously, I’m on the edge of my seat as I let my hand hover in the air and wait for her to do something. She’s so still I guess she’s about to ask me to leave, but with a blink that lasts a few seconds too long, she arches, stroking her nipple up the length of my finger. Oh, good girl! With the lightest of touches I flick her nipples, reaching into her mouth every so often so I can get her vest good and wet. God, I wish I could use my mouth and I know she wants me to, but I just can’t.

But look at the way she’s moving. The more I tease her the more her hips move. The more she scissors her thighs, the more her cute knickers darken. Suddenly I need to see those incredible tits. I’m almost undone when I hook a finger into her vest and start pulling it down, only for the edging to snag on her nipples. I tug playfully, then a bit harder and with an audible pop the fabric springs free. We both gasp when her dark, suckable nipples tighten just a little bit more in the abrupt chill.

With my thumb and forefinger, I pinch her. It’s probably the gentlest touch I’m capable of, but it shocks her, and she flips onto her side. Damn, she’s facing away from me now. Does that mean it’s time for me to go? Preparing to leave, I shift my weight but Kaley makes a soft sound of protest. She shifts again and I see what she’s doing.

Her hand is between her thighs. Pressing into her soaked knickers. Slipping beneath them. She starts to pant quietly as her fingers delve where I can’t see. I’ll have to take this slowly. Have to be careful so as not to startle her. Leaning in, I slip my own finger beneath the fabric and inch it over until everything is exposed.

I’ve never had trouble with my cock before. It gets hard, it stays hard, then, when I let it, it comes hard. But this! Watching Kaley rub her pussy has it so solid it’s hurting. My balls – so well emptied not half an hour ago – feel like they’re full of lead. Like I haven’t come for weeks and weeks.

When Kaley uses her fingers to butterfly her cunt for me I’m tempted to grab that condom and fuck the orgasm out of her. Dammit, I know she wants me to! But I can’t. So, I shift until I’m almost between her legs. Keeping her knickers to the side with one hand, I let the other discover her. Wet. Silky. Soft and warm. With just a few top to bottom strokes and a gentle tickle right over her clit, I have her sweet little pants morphing into deep moans. She stiffens and then, for the first time while awake, I see it. I see my wet dream coming on my hand. I watch every twitch, every contraction, every dribble of fluid that trickles from inside of her.

When she falls quiet she sits up and turns to me. Her gaze rests at a point over my shoulder and I twist my neck to see what – or who – has her attention. Well, this is…interesting. Adam – my very gay boyfriend – is leaning against the doorframe, hard cock in hand.

“Are you a virgin, Kaley?” he asks softly.

Kaley bites her lip and nods. Adam comes into the room, his hand on the door handle now instead of his cock. The way he’s walking reminds me how hard I fucked him, and all I can do is sit and listen to him talk as helplessly as I’d watched Kaley masturbate.

“Would you like to remain a virgin?” he asks, his voice slightly deeper and a lot darker.

The innocent thing beside me bites that lip again – the lip that would look so good running up and down my cock – and thinks for a few seconds before shaking her head.

With a smile that has both Kaley and me whimpering in anticipation, Adam closes the door. Palming his cock again, he strokes slowly as he approaches the bed. “Well, we’ll have to see what we can do about that then, won’t we?”


Week #179

11 thoughts on “Awakening the Wet Dream

    1. Glad you liked it, Cara 😊 I was never gonna let him give in, the poor lamb 😂 It was all about the way his approach to sex went from dominant with Adam, to equal with Kaley (even in a situation where he still had all the control), then finally that hint of submission to Adam at the end. I think this was the first story I’ve ever written where I had a clear plan from start to finish, lol

  1. This is a brilliant piece of highly erotic writing. A great story and very believable characters. I love the humour as well. The whole thing flowed beautifully and was over far too soon.

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