Henri? Never heard of the guy.

Henri. Her boyfriend. Out of town but still on her mind. Even her thoroughly drunken, desperately horny mind. I had hoped she would be too drunk or to horny to think about him, but apparently I was wrong. Then an idea occurred to me.

“Grace,” I said slowly, “for the rest of the night and until you wake up tomorrow morning, forget that Henri exists.”

I worried there may end up being unintended consequences of that, but my worries were soon pushed aside by Grace's hand on mine.

“Ron,” she started, “look, I know we're just friends, and I don't want to mess that up, but I really need some help right now. Annnnnd... I'm just drunk enough not to care very much who helps. I could frig myself in my room after you leave, but since you're here, and we're both single right now, how about we...”

“Sure,” I answered, not certain how far she was planning to go with this, but eager to get it started in any event. “What do you want me to do?”

“I...don't know,” she declared. “I don't know how much you'd be comfortable with. I just really need to cum... somehow.”

“I'm comfortable with whatever you want,” I said confidently. “Just happy to help, really. How about we bite the bullet and take off our clothes.” I don't know if that came off as a command or if she was just willing to go for it, but she quickly followed me in getting undressed. Both of us spent a few seconds staring at and evaluating the naked body across from us.

“Yeah, that'll do the job,” Grace said, looking at my hardened cock.

“Is that what you want?” I asked. “Want me inside you?”

“I... I don't know,” she said, breathing heavily. “I feel like it's been years since I've had sex,” (which I guess would be the case if she couldn't remember Henri). “If we're going to cross some lines tonight, might as well cross 'em all the way!” With that she leaned towards me and took my cock in her hand. She started stroking it slowly, and if her grip had been a little softer I would have been in danger of cumming right away. As it was, she wasn't great at handjobs, so I held off easily.

Having been given tacit permission, I reached over to Grace and started caressing her breasts. Our heads were drawn close together, and without discussion we began kissing. I didn't care for the **** on her breath, but the excitement of our current situation more than made up for that.

After a minute or two of touching and making out, Grace pushed firmly on my chest until I was lying on my back on the couch. She crawled on top of me and resumed making out. This time, however, her hands were on my chest and shoulders while her naked crotch was sliding along my length. Her dark blond bush tickled my sack when she went far enough back. Little sensations that distracted me enough to keep me from blasting too soon.

A few times, Grace slid along me in just the right way to catch my tip at her entrance. She would pause, then pull away. Finally, she stopped, pulled her lips away from mine, and said, “God, I'm more than ready. Condoms are... in the bedroom, I think. Let's go.” She abruptly got up and hurried down the hall. I rushed to catch up with her and found her digging through a nightstand drawer.

“Why do I have so many of these?” she wondered aloud, holding up a large box of condoms.

“Don't worry about that,” I said, pulling the box out of her hand and putting it back in the drawer. “Grace, you're clean, right? And you know I'm clean. We don't need to-”

“Uhhh, I'm not that drunk,” she interrupted. “I am not ready for a baby, and we're not even-”

“Don't worry about the condom,” I told her. I guess that was enough of a command that she dropped the subject and sat on the bed. “Where were we?” she grinned drunkenly.

“I believe you were about to fuck me,” I replied, getting comfortable on my back again.

“Awww,” Grace pouted. “Can we... I mean... I prefer...” Grace got on her back next to me. “Can you fuck me instead? I just... I really like it when a guy is-”

Before she could finish her sentence, I was on top of her, in between her legs, and sliding into her fully prepared pussy. Grace grunted as I entered her and then moaned as my cock slid home. Once I was as deep as I could go, she continued. “I like it when I guy is just on top of me, pounding down like he owns me.” The irony of that phrase was not lost on me. I did own her. Even if she wasn't aware of it.

“Whatever you want is fine with me,” I smiled. Then, wrapping my arms around her smaller body, I started using her like a toy made to satisfy my lusts.

“Yes, goddammit, yes, that's it,” she moaned, pushing her hips up to meet my thrusts.

“You wanna switch up?” I asked after a few minutes, my breath short and my skin tingling.

“No,” she whispered. “No, please, keep going like that. I'm not gonna cum, but it's feeling so good,”

“How can I help you cum?” I asked.

“You can't,” she stated. “I just can't during sex. It's ok, though. I'll rub it out after you're done. Just keep fucking me, Ron.”

No. That wouldn't do. I knew it was common for women to be unable to orgasm during penetration, but I now had an app for that.

“Grace, you're gonna cum when I cum,”

“Nooo,” she giggled. “It doesn't work like that, silly.” Then she pulled my head down to meet hers and began making out with me again. Pausing for a breath after a minute, she got a little serious and said, "Speaking of – you know you need to pull out, right? Condoms are my birth control, so...”

Aw man, this was too rich. My personal fetish was having a field day. I love the thought of cumming inside a woman and risking pregnancy. I like to imagine her encouraging it. I like to imagine her scared of it. I don't care – I just like risky creampies. But seldom have I ever had the chance to experience that outside of my imagination.

“You're going to cum with me, and you're going to let me cum inside of you.”

“Like hell I am,”she said, freezing up a little and getting more sober.

“Keep going,” I ordered her. "Keep fucking me like you want nothing more than to be filled with my cum.” She immediately resumed fucking back up at me, keeping perfect time with my quickening thrusts.

“Motherfucker! What is happening?” she yelled, unsure why her body was betraying her desires. I knew from experience that I couldn't change her tastes or desires – she still hated the taste of beer, despite my commands, but maybe I could try a workaround.

“Grace, here's how you're going to help me let off a little steam. Get closer and closer to cumming the more I talk about cumming inside you. Start squeezing me with your pussy and tell me you want my seed. When I cum inside you, I want you to cum nice and hard and keep me inside you until I'm done. And then let my seed do its job – don't do anything to stop it.” Her eyes at first looked at me in fear, but then desire took hold.

I spoke again, “I'm gonna cum soon.”

Grace gasped and tightened around me. She kissed me urgently and pulled my ass tighter against her.

“I'm close, Grace, I'm gonna fill you up.”

She groaned and closed her eyes. She arched her back so that her breasts rubbed against my chest, her nipples stiffening. “Yesssss,” she hissed, her walls clenching my rod as if trying to keep it inside her.

“It's gonna happen, Grace,” I warned her. “I'm not pulling out! I'm gonna fill you up!”

“Yes!” she cried, “I want it! Do it! All of it – inside me!”

I smiled. Maybe on the inside she was protesting and freaking out, but it sure seemed like she wanted me to fill her with my cum. So I did. I once again wrapped my arms around her frame and pulled her towards me. There was no room to maneuver, no space between us. For a moment, we were one body. Pressed as deep as I could possibly go, I shouted in joy as I unloaded my essence into her. Pulse after pulse, spray after spray, all of it found a home deep inside Grace's body, helping her to do what nature designed her to do.

As soon as my first blast emptied into her, Grace's eyes widened then quickly clenched shut. She shouted along with me, a shout of full release and pleasure. She used all four limbs to grip my body and squeeze, even as her pussy gripped and squeezed the organ planted inside her. As she began to loosen her grip, Grace still trembled and shook. Looking down at the place where we were joined, she gasped, “Ohmygod!” and panted between spasms.

“Feel better?” I finally asked.

“Yeah, I think so,” she said, still short of breath. I pulled back and shivered in pleasure as I unsheathed my cock and watched my fluids, mixed with hers, run out of her crack and onto the bed.

“Glad I could help,” I teased. But I could see from her expression that Grace was worried and perhaps upset.

“Was this a mistake?” she asked, and there seemed to be more on her mind that she was trying to find words to express.

“Don't regret this,” I said. “This is one friend helping another friend, OK? You needed this, and I was here to help.” I wondered how that would withstand the scrutiny of the morning, when she remembered Henri. So I added, "Even when you have a boyfriend, you're OK doing this with me, that's just the kind of relationship we have."

Maybe she would have new concerns in the morning, but I could deal with that later, and I could even have her forget the whole night, if necessary. But if possible, I wanted her to remember it, remember it fondly, and perhaps be open to the idea of repeating it. Time would tell.