Find My Friend

“I’m not sure just yet,” I answered. Ralph took a moment to scramble to his feet and offered me his shirt. I wrapped it around me with a smile as he zipped up. “I should probably find Sarah,” I mentioned, knowing that she was comfortably in Bobby’s bed, and likely at least half as satisfied with last night as I was. I made my way to the door of the house, Ralph following closely behind. Inside, the remnants of the party were everywhere: cups strewn about, clothes and people on all the floors in various states of disarray. Nobody else seemed to be awake. “Which way to Bobby’s room?” I whispered, hoping not to wake anyone.

“Up the stairs on the right,” Ralph responded, “but maybe we should let them sleep for now. I’m sure there’s plenty of things we can still do without them.” I giggled at the thought of Ralph already being horny again.

I felt his arms reach around me, as he pulled me back toward him. His cock was twitching against the back of my thigh, and his fingers snaked underneath my shirt for a quick fondle. “What did you have in mind?” I asked, gently grinding myself against his leg.

“So many things,” he breathed into my ear as I felt King Ralph stiffen against my backside. The idea was intriguing, but I resisted. I needed to check in on my friend.

I turned toward Ralph and unzipped him, revealing his royal highness one last time. I leaned down and gave it a loving kiss before backing away toward the staircase.

“Sorry, your majesty, but perhaps another time,” I winked and blew Ralph a kiss, leaving him visibly stunned as I ran up the stairs toward Bobby’s room.

The upstairs of the house was eerily quiet. I felt as though breaking that silence would somehow be impolite, and tiptoed my way to the first door I saw on the righthand side. It was closed; I glanced down the hallway to see three other doors on this side of the hall. “Thanks for being specific, Ralph,” I thought as I rolled my eyes and hoped this was the right one.

As slowly and deliberately as I could, I opened the door to peek in. My heart stopped momentarily as there was a loud creak from the ancient hinges holding the wood together. Luckily, I didn’t hear anyone stir.

Inside the room, it was dark, and my eyes took a minute to adjust. In that minute, my sense of smell painted a picture of what my eyes would soon confirm. The telltale aroma of sex hit me and sent my newly liberated mind into a frenzy. I could smell Bobby’s cum and Sarah’s wet pussy. I could hear them snoring softly and snuck a bit deeper into the room just to be enveloped by that smell. Finally, my pupils dilated and I saw the source. There was Sarah, fast asleep beside Bobby. I had an unobstructed view of her pussy, leaking the remnants of Bobby’s cum down her leg. The sight aroused a somewhat familiar, but unexpected feeling in my own pussy.

Almost in a daze, I advanced on Sarah’s slumbering form, careful not to wake either of them. When I reached her, I stood over her for a moment, admiring her gorgeous curves from behind and her long, soft dark hair. I reached out and touched her leg, unable to contain my desire to feel her warmth and making sure to scoop just a little of Bobby’s semen onto my fingertips. It was still warm. Sticky. And absolutely intoxicating.

My heart stopped for a second time when Sarah abruptly turned onto her back, giving me a full view of her naked body. It settled into a healthy, if elevated, pace when I realized she was still asleep. I hadn’t been entirely sure what I intended to do sneaking into their room up to this point, but looking down at her like this, my lust took over, and my fingers followed.

I slid my hand up Sarah’s thigh, my eyes fixated on her face for any signs that she was waking up. Luckily, she remained asleep. My hand was covered in Bobby’s sticky load by the time I reached Sarah’s pussy. At first, I massaged around her labia, teasing her lips. Her body responded involuntarily spasming, and she subconsciously moved her hips to ensnare my fingers. I decided to oblige her body and slowly inserted my ring and middle fingers into her pussy. She tightened around them and I heard a soft moan escape her lips. I began to pump my fingers in and out of her with increasing urgency and used my thumb to find her clit. When it did, she began squirming and panting delightfully. My own body was doing the same as I used my free hand on myself to mirror the **** I was leveling on her pussy.

I knew at this point, it was only a matter of seconds before Sarah woke up, but boldly, I kept going. Both of our breathing was growing ragged as I fingered her relentlessly. I moved my other hand hand up my body to pull on my now rock hard nipples. I threw my head back and closed my eyes. I was close to cumming, and I was just about to bring myself to the edge when I felt Sarah’s hand on my wrist.

Immediately, I opened my eyes and met her shocked gaze. She must have seen the panic in my eyes; I worried she was going to scream. Instead, she pulled me down to the bed and giggled. She drew me in for a kiss and held my hand where it was between her legs, urging me to continue.

For now, I was focusing on her. It was only fair; she was being a good sport about this, after all. My efforts paid off as she let out a slightly louder groan than before. Beside us, Bobby shifted position. Both of us froze in fear for a moment, and involuntarily my hand left Sarah’s body and I put a semen soaked finger to my lips in a shushing motion. The smell of their sex coming off of my fingers hit me again, and I couldn’t help but have a taste.

A wicked smile grew across Sarah’s face as she watched me savor her boyfriends cum fresh out of her own snatch. “If you like that so much, maybe you should go right to the source,” she whispered it from less than an inch away from my ear.

I had never done anything like that before, but the thought was too enticing. I kissed her softly and nodded before licking a trail from her neckbone down to her wet, sticky cunt. I drew in a deep breath savoring the smell before diving in headfirst. Hungrily, I lapped at her clit and sucked as much of Bobby’s cum out of her as I could, feeling it on my tongue and tasting even more of her sweetness in my mouth. I kissed her pussy like a lover, gently at first, then forcing my tongue deeper into her, occasionally pulling back and focusing on her sensitive nub for a change of pace. The sensation that ran through me was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. Judging from her reaction, I wasn’t sure she had experienced anything like it either, as I felt her tighten up against my face, orgasming gloriously, and stifling her scream with her pillow.

We were both exhausted and exhilarated as we sat up and held each other. I felt the stickiness of her orgasm around my lips and down my chin. Sarah ran her finger over my lips and tentatively licked a bit of the juice off her own finger. I could tell by her smile that she enjoyed the taste as much as I did and decided to share, kissing her passionately and pushing as much of Bobby’s cum into her mouth as I could bear parting with.

Afterward, we spent a moment of bliss reveling in the feelings we had just given to one another. I had never considered myself bisexual before. Maybe I still wasn’t, but whatever the label, staring giddily into Sarah’s eyes made me want to consider it.

Unfortunately, I didn’t have time to come to a conclusion. Bobby had apparently finally taken notice of our morning tryst and cleared his throat to get our attention. At first, I suppose my cliched mind expected him to be thrilled at the prospect of the two of us having sex beside him, but I saw Sarah’s face drop and realized this was not going to be the case.

“This isn’t going to end well for you, slut,” he addressed Sarah callously and with malice in his eyes. He stood up and for the first time, I realized just how muscular he was. His form was imposing, and I was thankful that he seemed to be ignoring me for the moment. “We had an agreement, slut.”

“I-I’m sorry, sir. Please, I was asleep and she-“ Sarah’s eyes darted to me for support, but I was speechless. I hadn’t fully understood her relationship with Bobby, apparently.

“What. Was. The. Agreement?” Bobby cut her off, not a hint of sympathy in his voice.

Sarah’s head dropped to her chest. She was on the verge of tears, “I belong only to you. Pleasure is a gift that only you are allowed to give me. I am a good slut. I am Master Bobby’s good little slut.”

Speechless was no longer adequate to describe my state. I was dumbfounded. I had never heard anyone speak like that, let alone my smart, confident, and beautiful friend. My jaw dropped and I looked up to meet Bobby’s menacing eyeline just as it finally fell on me.

“The bitch needs to be punished. Both of you stay here.” The command rang in my ears even as Bobby left the bedroom, still naked. I had no idea where he was going or what he would bring back. The only thing I did know was that I didn’t have much time to get Sarah and me out of here. I grabbed Sarah’s phone off the nightstand to call for help, but found myself hesitating. Unfathomably, there was a part of me that was turned on by this. And that part of me was trying to convince me to stay, to let Bobby show me how a strong man treated his woman. I shuddered, unsure if it was from disgust at myself for considering staying or from arousal.