Fling to Ring

Sleepover turns Steamy

Turns out the bar was three blocks away from my house, not that I was counting. I guess I never really paid attention to the local spots, probably because Sandra always recommended places closer to her house than mine. I was about to send him off when a look of concern took over his face.

"Did you leave your door open?" My heart stopped. I don't think I could deal with any more surprises today. He pulled me back and jumped in front of me, ready to enter my house. He pulled a Glock out from under his shirt and held it ready while entering. I had no idea what was going on at this point, except I questioned myself whether I left that door open too. I waited outside for a few minutes while he went through the house before coming out with an "all clear."

"Where did you get a gun?" That was all I managed to talk about given the situation.

"I have a carry permit." He looked a bit around the outside of the house and then came back. "Everything's clear, but you should go and check to see if anything is missing." I slowly walked into my house, feeling as if the house was not even mine. Everything appeared to be in the right place, and nothing in particular caught my eye. Even though everything was where it needed to be, the house felt very unfamiliar because of the shock I was in. At this point, I know I wasn't imagining the door situation previously. I started to feel very anxious, but Eric placed his hand on my shoulder to ask if I was alright.

"Earlier today, my back door was open as well. But no one was here, and nothing was stolen." He looked around the room and looked back at me. "I just don't feel safe here."

"Do you want to call the police?" I shook my head. I just wanted to sleep. He pulled me into a hug and pat my back. I wasn't crying, but I appreciated the concern he gave me. I felt safe within his arms, even though I barely knew him before tonight.

"If you want, I can stay here and watch for anything suspicious." He sounded like the protector of some damsel in distress. Given my situation, though, I classified as the damsel in distress. I did not oppose, but I didn't agree either. My mother didn't raise a whore. Then again, a whore constitutes many men, and this one was legitimately the first.

I brought out some blankets and a pillow from my room and offered him the couch. He agreed and began to get comfortable. I said my goodnight and went into my bedroom for the night, making sure to close the door behind me. The next few minutes I spent in my room I was questioning my decision to let a man stay in my house. I couldn't control the sensation that arose in my abdomen, a recollection of the thoughts I had earlier came back. I didn't know what to do other than relieve them. I made sure to be quiet, though. I couldn't help the fact that this attractive man was in the next room over and I couldn't even do anything with him. I was single, so what was stopping me? I was so frustrated. In the middle of it all, I couldn't even finish because I was so upset with myself. I turned over and tried to sleep but I couldn't. I thought that maybe a shower would help me sleep better, so I grabbed a towel and a change of clothes and quietly walked across the living room into the bathroom to shower.

After fifteen minutes of showering, I still felt excited. These dirty thoughts crept into my mind, some scenarios playing out entirely and some leaving me with "what if" sensations. I stared at myself in the mirror and couldn't stop those feelings. The thought of sleep entered my mind again and I quickly got dressed and left the bathroom. The adjustment to the dark was difficult in that I stumbled around, bumping into a lot of things in the living room. I wobbled around until I tripped over something small and hard, landing directly on the couch. I was too caught up in my feelings that I forgot that he was in my living room.

He was holding me, both of us breathing heavily. Slowly my eyes were adjusting to the dark to where I was staring directly at his eyes. His hands were on my waist, both holding onto me, but careful not to squeeze me too hard. I didn't know what to do. I just kept staring at him in the dark, my body pressed against his, and I could feel the bulge that was below us.

"Can I?" He whispered to me, his warm breath tickling my skin. I didn't answer. Instead, I kissed him softly on the lips. He responded back with the same intensity, moving his hands up to my face, pulling me in closer. I sat atop him now, feeling the bulge touch my soft spot. He drew kisses along my neckline, moving to the nook of my neck. The scenarios I had played out were nothing compared to the scenario playing out now. He undressed me, taking off the few layers I had to begin with and throwing the clothes onto the ground. I couldn't help but push myself further into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his body on mine. He took off his shirt, allowing for his chest to press up against mine. 

He was on top of me now. His kisses trailed downfurther from my neck, circling around my breasts, eventually leading down to mytenderness. The wave of sensations took over, each string he pulled with hismouth and his finger played a different melody from my body. I moaned, not evenknowing that I was capable of such reactions. I wanted more, but I also wantedthis moment to keep going. He kissed me more passionately, allowing me to turnhim over and sit on top of him. He moaned too, as my hand trailed down toundress his bottom half. His bulge was exposed, allowing me to deliver mymoment of pleasure to him. He groaned louder and ran his fingers through myhair. He pulled me up and turned me over again, positioning himself in front ofme. He was gentle yet powerful. His movements matched my breaths, capturing mymoans with his mouth. The climax of sensations came immediately afterwards,matching with mine as well. That didn't stop us at all. In fact, this party ofsensation happened another two times before both my body and his gave up,collapsing on the couch into a restful sleep.