Short Stories | 18+

Seven Minutes in Heaven

“I bet she’s going down on him,” said Elyssa mischievously.

“No way. Tara wouldn’t do something like that, especially not in that closet,” I said.

 “Well we all know how Tara and Mark have the hots for each other. Two of them alone, in the privacy of a closet for seven minutes. It would be a wasted opportunity if they weren’t getting down and dirty,” smirked Lance.

 “Maybe if it was you and Tara in there Lance, it would be a no-brainer what you would want to do. But I don’t think Mark is that kind of person,” said Sam.

I glanced over at Sam. His wavy brown hair, those deep dark eyes, and those taut swimmer muscles aching to be caressed–just the sight of him got my heart pumping. I don’t even know why he or even I for that matter were playing this game. But since he was playing, I definitely was going to play as well. Seven Minutes in Heaven. We were all college students now, and it seemed like such a high school game to play. Everyone sits in a circle, and a girl spins a bottle in the center. Whichever guy the bottle points to, she and him go into the closet for seven minutes. The thrill of the game is that the two were expected to at least make out if not have full-out sex.

Although I’ve only known Sam for a few weeks from being in the same Economics class, he seemed too much of a nice guy to do anything more than a quick peck on the cheek with someone he didn’t know that well. We both were friends with Elyssa, and she invited us over to her parents’ house to have some fun. I knew he just gotten out of a relationship with his girlfriend just like I just gotten out of a relationship with my boyfriend. I saw it as a perfect opportunity for us to make a physical connection.

Thud! The sound of something heavy falling on the ground in the closet startled the four of us.

“Sounds like they knocked over my dad’s bag golf clubs in there. They must be really going at it,” said Elyssa.

Clearly audible feminine moans and masculine grunts began emerging from behind the closet door.

 “Oh yes Mark...” moaned Tara.

 “See! Told you guys. It’s just primal desire. Men and women can’t help but give in to it,” said Lance.

 It wasn’t long before the seven minutes were up and Elyssa knocked on the door. Mark and Tara emerged from inside, adjusting their clothes and hair as they stepped out. Looks like they had fun. Without saying anything—only shyly smiling—they sat down and rejoined us seated on the floor.

 “Okay, who’s next. Oh right, it’s your turn to spin the bottle Jessica,” said Elyssa.

My ears perked up at the sound of my name. I was suddenly nervous at the prospect of spending seven minutes alone with one of the three guys. Lance would certainly be considered a hottie by a lot of girls, but for some reason, he just wasn’t my type. Mark was quite handsome and charming, but knowing he had just finished having fun with Tara, made the prospect seem less appealing. That leaves Sam. There’s no question that I wanted it to land on him. It was a one out of three chance outcome. With trepidation, I spun the bottle, leaving the rest to chance.

It landed on Sam. My heart nearly burst out of my chest. Yes!

We both entered the closet and sat side-by-side against the wall.

“So... what would you like to do Sam?” I said.

“Well, we could sit here in the dark for seven minutes or we could...”

I leaned over and moved my lips to meet his, no longer able to resist the urge. I could feel his surprise at first, but soon he was embracing me, his strong hand moving to the nape of my neck and pulling me closer to him. I couldn’t see very well in the dark, but I could smell his masculine scent; it was rugged, almost primal. I had never been this close to him before, never sensed this side of him. It made me tingle with excitement.

His warm tongue pressed against my lips, parting them, teasing the opening, requesting my own tongue to come out and play. I couldn’t refuse. I pushed my slick tongue out to press against and entangle with his. The sensation sent sparks down my spine to my thighs, where heat was steadily rising. He was a much better kisser than I could have imagined.

With great reluctance I pulled away from him to catch my breath, and he began running kisses down my neck. I tilted my head back, exposing my neck further for him to plant his soft lips upon. He left a trail of soft kisses as he worked his way down to my collarbone. Suddenly, I realized my spaghetti-strap top was a barrier to his lips pressing against my sensitive skin so I quickly removed it, and he removed his own shirt.

His mouth worked its way around my chest and around the cups of my bra, which sent sparks of electricity through my core. In one swift motion, his hands slipped behind me and unhooked my bra. I could feel a heat rising from my belly to color my face bright red. It felt like everything was happening so fast and yet also in slow motion like he had been kissing me for hours. By the time he reached my stomach, I was desperate to have him.

Afraid that our time was running out, I shed my remaining clothes in a hurry and helped Sam remove his. We were racing against the clock. Moving like our minds were in sync, he laid on his back on the carpet floor, and I climbed on top of him in reverse. My mouth wrapped around his heated cock while his tongue flicked at my eager slit. I slowly stroked him with my lips and tongue, feeling his cock lengthen and harden to my touch. He grunted against my pussy sending pleasurable reverberations through me, making me hotter and wetter, more eager to play with his cock in my mouth.

I ran slow, wet circles around his swollen head, feeling the hot blood coursing beneath the surface, making sure he felt every inch of wet texture against his sensitive nerve endings. He had to know how much I appreciated his tongue against my folds.

Soon he was gripping my ass and pulling me down onto his straightened tongue, setting off millions of sensitive nerve endings. I moaned with his cock filling my mouth. Saliva dripped from my mouth and down his shaft matting his neatly trimmed pubic hair. The heat between my thighs was rising to a feverish pitch. I couldn’t take it any longer; I had to have him inside me.

I spun around to face him and impaled myself on his throbbing cock. Waves of pleasure and relief mixed together, flooded my senses. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and my fingers dug into the taut muscles of his chest as I savored every inch sliding into my wet channel. It seemed like I had waited forever for this. I bounced on his cock slowly, taking my time to feel every bit of movement from where we were joined.

His fingers gripped the smooth skin of my hips, and he pulled me down onto him, matching the rhythm of my bounces. Each bounce grew in intensity, sending stronger and stronger electric currents across my desperate pussy. I was in heaven. Everything seemed like it was happening all at once. It wasn’t long before I came all over his cock, my hot fluids dripping out of me and down his inner thighs.

He suddenly bucked me off.

“Oh shit, I’m coming Jess. Hurry find something,” he whispered frantically.

I fumbled around in the dark, my hands feeling a nearby shoebox.

“Here, do it in this,” I said, opening the box and positioning it in front of his cock.

“Oh god here it comes!” he cried, as he ejected his fluids into the box.

I closed the lid and we both hurried to dress ourselves. A few seconds later we heard a knocking on the door.

“It’s been seven minutes guys. Time to come out,” said Elyssa.

We exited the closet, looking no different than when we entered. Fortunately, no one could see the sticky fluids beneath our clothes. We sat down and rejoined the group.

“So we were just talking about how quiet you guys were in there. It must’ve been a pretty awkward seven minutes sitting in the dark,” said Elyssa.

“You could have at least pretended to be having some action, like Tara and Mark did as we eventually found out. Tara admitted Mark agreed to pay her twenty bucks to make those sounds,” chuckled Lance.

Sam and I stared at each other for a moment.

“We’ll pretend next time,” I said.