A sudden movement seemed to stir you from your drunken slumber. As your eyes gradually opened, you could see the flashing numbers of the bedside clock. Apparently, it was nearly 1 o'clock in the afternoon.
"Ugh..." you groaned. There was something dry in your mouth and irritating your nostrils a bit. Spitting it out, you realized it was several strands of dark auburn hair. Looking downward, you could see someone laying on top of you. As you slowly started to gather your wits, you realized that it was Randall. Not particularly bothered by the idea, you started to drift back to sleep. Randall shifted his weight a bit. Your eyes shot open immediately. It wasn't so much that he had moved, it was that they had moved. You could feel the soft weight of Miss Card's enormous rack pressing against you. Unable to entertain the idea of sleep for another second, you were instantly awake. After an evening full of show, you had been disappointed that there had been no sexual culmination. Realizing the perfectly swollen orbs that had been teasing you the night before were now jiggling against your torso was beyond arousing.
The next moment was a battle of wills you were quickly losing. As Randall slept on, none the wiser, you were doing your best to keep absolutely calm. However, as time continued to prove, it was next to impossible for you to ignore the siren's song of Miss Card's body for long. Thinking about the arms draped around your shoulders, the darling head on your chest, the gloriously sexy legs nestled around yours. Randall was practically in position for doing what you had been longing for since that evening two weeks prior. Second by second, you could feel your cock swelling with desire. Shit! you thought. Randall's gonna feel that for sure... Unable to move, you lay there wondering when you would be able to get yourself out of this mess. You certainly didn't want to start the day off by waking up Randall with your junk rubbing against his stomach.
Sleeping beauty started to stir. Without a lot of options, you decide the best thing you can do is pretend to be asleep. Quickly, you close your eyes and let your mouth slightly hang open.
"Shit," said Randall, his voice full of confusion. Sadly, you could feel his delicate weight lift off of you. "Tim!"
You snapped your eyes open, blinking several times. "Randall?" you asked, doing your best to sound confused. Randall was still positioned above you on all fours, staring intently at your face. Stealing a glance downward, you could see his breasts hanging down, swinging like ripe tree fruit, his nipples practically grazing your chest. Against the odds, your friend had seemed not to notice your raging erection, and while not touching was aimed directly at his vagina.
"Jesus, man, you scared me," he said with a sigh. "Uh, odd question, what are you doing in my bedroom?" There was an slight air of accusation in his voice. Did he actually think you were trying to creep on him?
"Um, sleeping?" you replied, giving an nervous laugh. "This morning I convinced you to go to bed and when I wanted to know where I should sleep, you just motioned me in here." Hopefully, the truth would work.
"Oh." Randall took a moment, processing your answer. "Don't remember last night especially well. The end, at least. Not used to anyone being in here." He took a deep breath, jiggling his breasts enticingly in the process. You dick throbbed. He clapped one of your shoulders, looking away. "Sorry, dude." You felt relieved. However, Randall started to lean backwards, obviously meaning to sit on you. Oh God... you thought. Randall's weight **** your cock against you, trapping it in between your bodies, the shaft pressed against the clothed lips of his pussy. Your breath caught in your chest as you saw Randall's eyes shoot wide. A split second later, his eyes locked onto yours. An uncomfortable mix of fear and lust befuddled your senses.
"Tim, is that your...?" Randall asked. You couldn't bear to answer your friend. The situation left you speechless. Finally, it seemed as if Randall was going to remove himself, releasing you from this hellish pleasure, when instead, he began to grind against you. The movements were slight at first, but he gradually built a greater range of motion, slowly rocking his pelvis back and forth. You continued to lay motionless, scarcely able to believe it was happening at all. While the thin, cotton shorts and your own boxers provided a meager barrier, it was quite obvious that Randall's increasingly aroused pussy was riding the length of your shaft. Looking up at Randall's face in search of explanation or confirmation, you could not get him to meet your gaze. As the moments passed, your boxers were becoming damp. Looking down, the crotch area of Randall's pink shorts was noticeably discolored with moisture. You didn't know how long this was going to last, but each passing second built a hope that it wouldn't end.
However, as suddenly as it had began, it finished. With no indication of warning, Randall suddenly pulled away, scrambling off the bed. He stood facing away from you. You had no idea what you should be saying or doing in a situation like this. The last time you had done anything sexual, the both of you had been drunk, Randall not being the least bit shy to dazzle you with his newly acquired charms. Clearly, being sober changed the rules. Just when you had decided you better start apologizing (though for what, you weren't exactly sure), Randall pulled his shirt over his head and quickly unpeeled the shorts from his lower body. He maneuvered back onto the bed, still being strangely careful to not face you. While on all fours, he carefully spread his legs and lowered his head to the bed. His pelvis was cocked provocatively, leaving you sitting face to face with the heavenly sight of Miss Card's vagina.
Though you were tempted to say something, you kept your words to yourself. You couldn't help but admire the delicate pink folds before you, a thing layer of moisture glistening on the lips. You were blown away. It took only a few seconds for you to realize that Randall was presenting himself to you. Not stopping to dwell on it, you scurried out of your boxers, your cock throbbing with anticipation.
Carefully, you positioned yourself at Randall's opening. Slowly, you pressed yourself inside, Randall bearing himself, a muffled moan emanating from him involuntarily. Inch by inch, you slowly sank into heaven, the warm wet walls of Randall's pussy providing a pleasure beyond your drunken memory. Eventually, the firm, voluptuous backside pressed against your pelvis. Rhythmically, you back to the thrust. Only a few seconds in, your eyes rolled back in your head as the rapid fire twitches around your cock signaled Randall's first orgasm. A deep, feminine moan filled the room. Randall stretched his arms forward, gripping the edge of the bed, no longer burying his face in the sheets. His outstretched body was practically feline in its posturing and amazingly feminine.
The sexy slope of his arched back ending in the dramatic jut of his ass cheeks caused your dick to pulse. Filled with a heightened sense of eroticism, you ran your hands slowly over Miss Card's waspish waist, down to her wide womanly hips. Gripping them, you resumed thrusting. You attempted to pace yourself, finding a good pattern. Minutes later, Randall began to thrust back against you. The **** of this motion nearly knocked you back, your firm hold on his hips keeping you steady. Again, Randall cried out in pleasure.
Finally, unable to put off your own orgasm any longer, you quickened. You could hear the sound of your balls lightly slapping against Randall's crotch. His ass jiggled from the **** of your thrusts. In the moment, you slapped at one of his pillowy ass cheeks, and Miss Card's voice let out a sharp, "YES!" Feeling the end drawing near, you pulled yourself tight, pushing deep into Randall, as he writhed and moaned before you. You groaned, feeling yourself cum deeply, Miss Card's vagina twitching around you.
Finished, worn out, and somewhat hung over you fell back on the bed. As you reveled in your orgasm, you could feel Randall get up off the bed and hear the sound of the bathroom door closing. While you could scarcely believe your good fortune after dreaming of this moment for the last two weeks, it was still anticlimactic. The sound of Randall's silence was deafening. It had been so easy to write off the drunken sex. You were drunk! Sober in the day, how were you going to explain this?
In the ensuing moments, you managed to get dressed and start to pick up some of the mess from the evening. Unsure of what Randall had in mind for the day, you resolved to cleaning in the interim, hearing the water of the shower running. Twenty minutes later, the door opened and...
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