I had woken up exactly how I had fallen asleep. Alan was on his back and I was laying with my head on his shoulder with my hand resting on his chest. I tilted my head back slightly to look at his face to double-check he was still asleep, which he was. We must have got warm during the night sleeping pretty much on top of each other as we had discarded the duvet. Both of us were naked and I grinned to myself as I looked down and saw his cock.
I shifted my weight slightly so I could move my arm and maintain balance. I trailed my fingers down his chest and stomach and gently took hold of him in my hand. He was totally soft and it took a few awkward strokes to get a reaction. I don’t have much experience with a flaccid penis, most of the time when I get to them they are ready and willing. Trying to stimulate something that requires a decent grip and rigidity is really not that easy. He mumbled something as he grew in my hand and I started to stroke up and down him.
I looked down at him with my head still on his shoulder as I lazily stroked my hand up and down his hard cock. They were fascinating and I have no idea how a guy can stay asleep while this is happening to them. I let go of him and tickled my fingernails along the underside of his erection. He bounced in time with his heartbeat and I shifted my weight again to give myself a better angle for my wrist.
I took hold of him again and started to play with him. Not quickly or with any sort of purpose, but his body was reacting as I would expect and I was just watching my hand moving up and down him. He was huge, like fucking huge. My finger and thumb were nowhere near meeting each other around his shaft and my palm barely covered half of his length.
I could still feel the after-effects of the night before. I can always tell that I have had penetrative sex the morning after, even if I was way too drunk to remember it, but this time it felt even more so. It didn’t hurt or anything like that, but there was a definite tingle, or maybe even an ache. It was my pussy saying to me, “Yeah, that was fucking awesome, but give me a break and keep your legs closed this morning.”
I watched him as I played with him and fantasised about him. My thoughts always came back around to how awesome he had felt inside me. I was fairly sensitive and if a guys lasts long enough inside me then I am cumming, but just him being in me had made me orgasm. Then just sat on top of him and I had cum again. I rarely came twice, and rarely so readily. I grinned to myself as I wondered what he would feel like up my ass. Almost in response, I felt myself tense as though my ass was saying, “Fuck right off.” I don’t mind anal, it can be fun and enjoyable in a different sort of way, but damn, I am not even sure if he would be able to get in me.
“Oooo morning,” Alan said sleepily looking down at my hand that was working up and down his shaft.
“Morning,” I said back looking at his face.
“That is nice,” he said looking me in the eyes and smiling.
I didn’t reply, I wriggled myself up onto all fours and slid down the bed. I opened my mouth and let him slide inside and started to suck him. I felt his cock stiffen and pulse in my mouth and for a second I expected the rush of semen onto my tongue, but he didn’t cum. I grinned up and him and pushed him out with my tongue. “Ooo, you really like that?” I grinned up at him.
“God yes,” he said back, “Gonna be a 30-second wonder,” he grinned.
“Not in my mouth,” I said back gently squeezing his balls.
He nodded his head and I continued where I had left off letting him slide in and out of my mouth as I sucked and licked him. I didn’t want him to cum in my mouth as I wasn’t going to swallow it and I know I have no tissues to hand. I do swallow, but swallowing cum somehow felt like something I should reserve for actual boyfriends. Alan was just a mate. That sounds terrible, but you know what I mean.
“Sorry,” he whispered down at me.
I snapped my eyes up to look at him and shook my head slightly. “Don’t cum in my mouth,” I said squeezing his balls again and this time until he flinched a little.
“Ooo,” he said flinching as he felt me gently crush his balls.
He reached down and gently tried to coax me higher up his body. I let him and we kissed. I flicked my tongue in his mouth as we kissed. Mainly to be childish as I could still taste his precum and sharing felt like the right thing to do. As we kissed he rolled me onto my back and laid between my legs. I looked down my body and then back up at him and shook my head. “Sorry,” I said knowing that it would hurt if he went inside me again. For a split second, I considered applying lube and seeing if my ass could take him, but I decided against it.
“Don’t be sorry,” he said as he kissed me and cuddled into me. I felt him press against me, but he consciously avoided any attempt at penetration. I smiled to myself as he accepted my refusal of sex with no protest or covert attempt at swaying my decision with an accidental, “Oops, how did that happen?” Cute, he would be a good catch for someone.
“What?” he asked as he saw my brief smile.
“Nothing.” I said as I manoeuvred him up my body so he was sat astride my breasts and chest. His cock inches from my face I smiled up at him and took hold of him. I started to play with him with my hand, but the angle was very awkward. He looked down at me and smiled. “Cum on my face,” I grinned back up at him.
“Sure?” he asked looking down at me.
I just smiled back up at him. I needed a shower anyway, my hair was due for a wash as were my bedsheets. Guys seemed to love cumming on your face, so I just shrugged in reply and let go of him. He took over with his hand and I watched. His hand was inches from punching me in the face as he hammered away at himself. I have watched guys play with themselves before and I am always staggered at how fast they can go and for how long. Equally though when they have watched me finger myself they have had similar observations of my technique.
He exploded with no warning firing a ribbon of semen across my face. It hit my pillow and fell onto my hair, across my forehead, just missing my left eye and across my nose. I closed my mouth and felt it run across my lips to my chin. It was almost a full second of a solid stream of semen firing out of him. If it hadn’t been for the colour and consistency it could have easily been urine that much seemed to come out of him. “Oh yes,” he grunted speeding up with his hand and actually aiming his cock down at my face. His second explosion hit my right cheek, streaming over my nose and up towards my eye, down the side of my mouth and onto my neck. While his third and fourth ones splattered across my face and into my hair.
As he slowed down to a stop he lifted himself off me leaving my face covered with cum. My face and neck speckled with cum. “Good shot,” I said, wiping the cum from around my mouth with the back of my hand. I went to kiss him, but he pushed me away with a smile. “Awww, no kiss?”
He didn’t reply, we just had a giggle and I got up and looked at myself in the mirror. Yep, I was a mess. I opened my underwear draw and grabbed a pair of panties. “Ooo panties draw?” he said smiling at me, “Anything else good in there?” he teased.
“Oh fuck no,” I replied, “All the good stuff is in the bedside draw. Close at hand,” I replied with a teasing smile.
“Really?” he replied sounding a little surprised that I had been that honest. I am fairly sure it isn’t a surprising turn of events that a girl in her mid 20’s has sex toys, but I guess openly admitting to having them is still a little taboo.
“Yep, really. Feel free to perv, but I will know if you move anything,” I grinned at him, “Anyway, shower,” I said as I grabbed my towel and left him in my room.
I showered and washed my hair a few times to make sure I got all of the cum out of it. It was so sticky and awkward to remove from hair. To be frank and honest, another good reason to not have pubes. I dried myself off and put the panties on. I went back into my room and was relieved that Alan wasn’t there. That sounds really slutty, fuck and chuck, or whatever phrase you want to use for what we had just done. That was what we had just done though, slutty or not, it was good, very good. I stripped the bed and left the pile of laundry on the floor. I changed into my gym stuff and sent a text to Steph to see if she fancied the gym as well. It would take me the best part of an hour to get there, so setting off now she could meet me there easily enough.
I sorted out my gym bag and tapped on Alan’s door. “Er, yeah, come in,” he said.
I went in and smiled at him. He was still topless but had some shorts on. “Gonna go to the gym. I won’t be long,” I said.
“Okay,” he said, “See you in a bit.”
“I will sort the laundry when I get back,” I said. I would, but it was a hint that as he wasn’t going out he could do the laundry.
“I’ll do it,” he said making me smile to myself. He was well trained. “Is it just your sheets?” he asked.
“Yeah, no idea what happened to them,” I added with a sweet innocent expression, “They seem a bit sticky for some reason.”
“Yeah, odd, mine too,” he replied with a grin, “See ya later.”
I met Steph there and we went into the gym. We have a fairly hard session when we go as we goad each other on with a little bit of friendly competition. She is slightly taller than me. Blonde hair that she has in a pixie cut and blue eyes. She is slim and well-toned. If she tenses you can just about see a six-pack, but it is open to interpretation. Still, hardly a bad looking girl. She wears a dress size of 10 and has 34C breasts.
We finished the session and went into the changing rooms. They are communal changing rooms that are used for the spa, swimming and the gym with single, double and family sized cubicles. There is a separate shower area that is separated for males and females although there are signs up requesting swimming costumes to be worn when showering. Not that anyone does, just make sure your towel is well tucked in when getting your stuff from your locker. You also take the chance that the cleaner isn’t the opposite sex, but they always shout before they go in anyway. “Fancy a swim?” she asked.