Caught in the Act
written by:
M to the Last

I peeled off my clothes, grateful that my roommate, Scott, was staying at a friend's place tonight. He'd playfully suggested that it was so I could have the place to myself for my date tonight. Scott and I have known each other long enough that we make ourselves scarce when one has had a dry spell and has the opportunity to rectify it.

Sighing, I dropped my jeans, shirt, and bra in my hamper and climbed in to bed in just my underwear and a tank top. I ended up more sexually frustrated after my date than before -- and couldn't figure out why.

I'd gone out with Chase a few times now, and each time gets a little more fun. Fully intending to sleep with him tonight, I had had a great time flirting, touching, and finally making out like a couple of teenagers on the couch back at my place. But when I invited him back to my room, he said he had an early morning and that he should probably call it a night.

Seriously? He seemed nice and interested when he pulled me onto his lap earlier. I could feel his desire through his jeans. And then, nothing. I was hot and bothered with nowhere to go.

I threw in a movie to fall asleep to, and about twenty minutes in I still couldn't take my mind off of the need I felt. I thought about calling one of the guys I keep in my back pocket for occasions such as this, but then stopped myself.

I casually began using my fingernails to trace my nipples through my tank top, enjoying the little thrill it sent down to more sensitive areas. I was still wet from the makeout session, and would need to take care of it before too long.

As the movie played, I let one hand stray to the junction between my thighs, and slipped my fingers into my underwear. I was so wet, it didn't take long before I was kicking the covers off and really going to town with both hands, enjoying both the way I scratched my nipples through the fabric of my shirt and swirling my middle finger around and around my little clit.

Imagining Chase, hard as a rock, slowly removing my clothes. Imagining his fingers reaching down to spread my wetness, to get me ready for him. Imagining him laying me down on the couch and planting himself between my thighs, his cock quivering and pulsing with desire...

I was reaching over to my nightstand to pull out my vibrator when I gasped and froze. My roommate, Scott, was standing outside my door, staring in at me. What the hell? What happened to staying elsewhere tonight? I was mortified, clearly caught in the act. In two years of us living together, this had never happened.

That's when I realized his hand was on the front of his jeans. Was I imagining it, or was he rubbing himself through his pants? Holy shit, I felt a sudden, more intense rush of heat, but my fingers were frozen, and I didn't know what to do.

We stared at each other, and he slowly came in to the room. Perching on the edge of my bed, he looked me up and down, then reached over and pulled the vibrator out of my hand.

"You're not going to need that." He said huskily, and I could hear the want in his voice. Again, another surge of heat. I felt myself flush as he dropped the vibrator back in the drawer and turned back to look at me. He reached toward me and lightly cupped first one breast, then the other, through my shirt. Oh, God. Is this really happening? "So you like this, huh?" He asked, using the very tips of his fingers, the edges of his short nails, to circle my nipple. I shuddered, loving the way it felt.

"Yes." I said, and relaxed, letting my fingers work again. He leaned down and kissed my breasts, bit the nipples through my shirt, and then started pulling the bottom of the tank top up and over my head. I obliged and let him take it off, so turned on that this was happening I couldn't stand it. I wanted him immediately and over and over again.

"Good Lord." He breathed, taking me in. "I always imagined you'd look like this." And he leaned down to pay my chest great attention.

He jumped when I started stroking his cock through his jeans. Almost like he forgot he was hard and I surprised him by reminding him. He grinned at me, then stood and pulled his shirt and jeans off. He was about to sit back down when I told him, "All of it. I want to see you." He smiled again, and dropped his boxers, too, to reveal a gorgeous, hard cock. I would say between seven and eight inches. His hair was trimmed and neat, and his cock stood at attention, clearly needing some. I sat up and he came toward me, and as I reached for his cock, he grabbed my hand and pulled me up to stand in front of him.

"Fair is fair." He said, and knelt down, pulling my underwear down and off. I stood in front of him, completely naked, feeling my heartbeat throb in my clit, in my lips. Feeling the wetness between my thighs grow. Scott inhaled, sliding his hands up to my tits and then down, slowly, to my hips, my thighs. He was driving me crazy, and all I wanted was to taste him, to have him fill me, something.

He sat me on the edge of the bed, and brought his mouth to my pussy. I loved the way he inhaled right before he first licked me. The way he clearly enjoyed the way I smelled and tasted. He was good at it, licking up my lips, swirling his tongue around my clit, teasing me by just inserting two fingertips. Making me move my hips in an attempt to get more. He built my orgasm slowly, plunging his tongue and then his fingers deep inside me. His mouth moved forcefully on my lips, his tongue more intense on my clit. I was just about to cum when he stopped, pulled back, and stood.

"Your turn, sweets." He said. I let out a frustrated groan, but slipped off the bed and knelt in front of him. My hands explored his thighs, his ass. I could see the glistening wetness on the tip of his cock. I smiled up at him and wrapped my lips around him. I reached one hand up to cup his balls, the other wrapped around the base of his cock. I could feel his heartbeat, feel him getting harder, and licked the precum from the tip of his cock as I began to work him in and out. He moaned softly as my lips traveled to meet my hand, all of him either in my hot, wet mouth or being pumped by my warm hand.

One hand moved to my head, fingers sliding through my hair as I sucked him, my tongue swirling all around his cock as he pumped in and out of me. He stooped a little to touch my breasts, pinching and pulling the nipples, softly kneading my tits in his hands.

I pulled back and ducked my head slightly, first licking and then sucking his balls into my mouth one by one while I used my free hand to stroke his cock. He moaned again, his hand moving back to my head. I returned to his hard cock, but pulled my hand away and slid my mouth as far onto him as I could. He was longer than I originally thought, and there was still an inch or two of him to go when the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat. I looked up at him, my mouth stretched around his cock. He was staring down at me, clearly enjoying the way I looked. Placing both hands on his hips, I kept my eyes on his, opened my throat, and pushed my face all the way down, gagging slightly on his cock as my nose met his navel.

"Oh, fuck." He breathed, and I pulled back and did it again. "Jesus, keep doing that. Keep doing that." He said, his fingers twining through my hair. He applied some pressure and pulled me back, then pushed my head forward again. My eyes watered as I opened my throat, allowing him to fuck me that way. I took breaths as I could, but it wasn't long before he pulled back, groaning. He breathed heavily, and stopped me from touching him by pulling me up and planting me on the edge of the bed again. He bent over and licked my pussy, starting to build my pleasure again. After a moment, he straightened, pushed me back to that my back was on the bed, and grabbed my hips. The perfect height, he stepped between my legs and slid inside me. I moved to wrap my legs around his waist, moaning as his big cock filled my pussy. Groaning in pleasure when he used on hand to rub my clit while we fucked.

"You feel amazing." He said, pumping in and out of my wet pussy. "Are you always this wet?"

"Yes." I smiled, his cock stretching my lips around his cock. I looked down, watching him disappear inside me, watching my tits bounce with each thrust. It didn't take long before I was ready, my clit burning with pleasure at his touch. He could sense it, or he was getting there, too. He began to fuck me harder, then paused as he grabbed my legs and pushed my knees back to my chest.

"Holy -" was all I got out as he slammed his cock inside me, rubbing me from the inside out in all the right places. This position had me even tighter than before, and I could feel every inch of him as he fucked me. Loved the way it felt when the ridge of his cock slipped inside. My fingers on my clit, he held me in place, his intensity building. I was on the verge of cumming when he suddenly pushed both of my knees to the left, turning my hips, and slamming into me. I cried out, a sudden new rush of pleasure taking over me. And I was cumming, squeezing him so tight inside me he momentarily slowed down. Then, he groaned happily, pushing into me once, twice, three times, and I felt a flood of warmth rushing into me. He fell forward, still moving his hips into mine, and I felt his cock twitching inside me.

"Fuck. Me." He whispered, holding me in place. His mouth found my nipple, and he bit me gently. I tightened my muscles, squeezing his cock with my pussy, and he laughed. "God, you're sexy. And so fucking tight." I started to feel his cum dripping out of me, and enjoyed the soreness I felt between my legs. That was going to be a very pleasant ache in the morning.

A few minutes later, he pulled out of me and we lay on the bed. His hands roamed all over my body, and I had a feeling I was in for a round two.

"I take it the date didn't go so well?" He asked playfully.

"The date was great, aside from him not wanting to have sex with me." I told Scott.

"Idiot. Total and complete idiot." I smiled, enjoying his attention, but not really sure what to do now. I just had sex with my roommate and close friend. Huh. I glanced over at him, and saw that he was hard again. That, I knew what to do with.