THE SLEEPOVER

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by StarScreech

by StarScreech

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After a long day at work, I decided I wanted to hang out with my friend Brendon that night. We decided over the phone that he would be at my house at 7 pm. Until he got there, I pretty much binged Supernatural on Netflix.

Around 7:25, I got a bit anxious. I should have known he'd be late. Just when I was doubting he'd even come, I heard a knock at my door. But by the time I got to the door, there was no one there. But as I leaned out of the doorway to see if he was there, I felt a pair of arms lift me from the ground. I immediately knew it was him and burst into a fit of giggles. When he put me down, I turned around and asked how he got in.

"You always leave the back door unlocked." He replied with a light chuckle.

"Ah. I should really lock that sometime, shouldn't I?"

"For now, let's worry about the door that's currently open." He said as she shut and locked the front door.

"Right. Thanks." I said, rubbing the back of my neck with a shy smile.

He ran upstairs into my room and set his stuff upon the floor and sat down. I sat down next to him and we started talking. Talking about nothing really. The weather, the type of carpet in my room, and where we get our clothes. Without even thinking about it, I set my head on his lap, still talking, when he interrupted me mid sentence.

"You need to shut up." He said with a grin.

"Make m-" I couldn't even finish my sentence before I felt his lips on mine. He lifted my face up to his, and pulled away. He gazed into my eyes, smirking.

"You're adorable."

I saw a spark of lust in his eyes as he lifted me onto the bed and began kissing me again, harder. He licked my bottom lip, asking for entrance, but I denied. All of a sudden, he pinched my butt and I gasped, allowing his tongue to explore my mouth. I tugged on his shirt, and he pulled it off, letting me feel his toned, but not muscular torso. I unbuttoned his pants, and he pulled them the rest of the way down, breaking the kiss for air. He threw his jeans onto the increasing pile of his clothes on the floor. He pulled off my shirt and unclasped my bra all in the same motion. The trail of kisses got longer and longer until he got to my jeans. He looked up at me for consent as I gave a little nod. Hovering on top of me, he pushed his length in, moaning. It took a bit to adjust to his size, but I nodded when I was ready. I wrapped my legs around his waist, giving him better access. He leaned down to kiss me, still rolling his hips into mine. First, at an agonizingly slow pace. Then, all of a sudden, he started going harder and harder, until the bed frame was hitting against the wall. I clenched my fists, crying out. Cursing, he angled his hips upwards as I hit my climax. After a while, his thrusts started getting sloppier. He pulled out and came onto my stomach, chest heaving.

After cleaning us both up, he laid next to me, looking me in the eye

"We're still friends, right?" I chuckled, nodding.

"Better friends than we were, actually."

And the rest is history.

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