A Common Desire

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What was you supposed to do? You had only met him that day and now he was passed out while you could barely stand. You needed to go home and so did he but you had no idea where he lived. Your mind was having a whole debate in your head. Ultimately, you only came to one conclusion. You needed to take him back to your place. You knew it was a bad idea but the though of him being in the cold all night and not even conscious outweighed the idea of him being a murderer or a thief.

In conclusion, you signaled the next taxi that passed by and hauled both him and yourself into the back seats.

"Are you okay?" The driver asked.

You couldn't tell him that two teenagers had gotten themselves drunk so you replied, "Yes thank you, he's just had a long night." while carefully monitoring your pronunciation. After a series of concerned looks, he finally set off to the destination that was instructed.

On the way there, your conscience was racing. Was it bad to say that you really enjoyed his company? You have always been so overwhelmed with work and school that you never had time to enjoy yourself or let go, but that night was different. That was the moment when you started looking at the positive side of the situation.

Your heart started jumping rope was you pulled up to your apartment building. You thanked the driver and handed him the money.

You stood at the door of your home, sweating and your breath heavy while the boy's arm was around your shoulder as you carried him through the door. After slamming it with your foot, you collapsed as you dropped him on the couch.

Suddenly his voice spoke, "Where am I?" He was now sat up with his hand rubbing his head. In response, you ran to the kitchen and poured him a cold glass of water. You watched as he drank it and released a loud sigh.

"Are you okay?" You asked as you exhaled loudly due to exhaustion.

"Where am I?" He asked again.

"You're at my place. I'm sorry, I didn't know where you lived."

"It's fine, thank you for everything. I should get going." He stood up but the alcohol in his system disobeyed his orders causing his legs to go numb.

Suddenly, you felt your head hit the floor. You look up only to see that he had fell on top of you. His hands either side on your head, his face only inches away from yours and his legs kneeled beside both of yours. You felt your face turn hot as your cheeks became flushed. His dark eyes bore into yours without moving a muscle.

You couldn't help but stare at his lips, resisting the urge to throw yourself at him until a sudden rush of adrenaline raced through you as you leaned up and fixed your lips on his. Seconds later, you released yourself and lay your head back on the floor in embarrassment, looking away. That was until you felt his hand cup your chin, forcing you to face him. Once again, your eyes became connected with his. He traced his fingers across your lips, the silence broke by his calming voice "Don't be embarrassed with me."

Before you could answer, his lips pressed against yours. At first your whole body became tense but eventually you closed your eyes and eased into the moment.

You bared all your strength and dominated yourself, without breaking contact, you became the one on top of him. He sat up, your legs wrapped around his waist, as he took off his shirt. You re-placed your lips on his, your tongues intertwining while you ran your hands down his abs and then lifted your arms up, to help him take your shirt off. Suddenly, he stopped. He held your head in his large hands. "Are you sure?" He asked you with a concerned look in his eyes.

You responded with a smile and nodded your head reassuringly. He stroked your hair and stared deeply into your eyes. His hands had located the hook of your bra, you felt the sudden rush of relief as it slid down your arms and thrown out of sight. He picked you up by your thighs and placed you slowly onto the couch, his body lingering over yours.

As you undid the buttons on your jeans, he began undressing himself. You could still feel the effect of the alcohol, you told yourself that it was the reason you were acting and feeling that way.

The pair of you were completely naked. The scene was indescribably erotic and elegant. you could see that his member was hard; he pressed himself against you. The hardness against your clit made a rush of sensation fill your body. you grabbed his hand and guided it to your breast, your nipples were hard as he played with your boob.

He slid one finger inside you, you grabbed the side of the sofa when he put a second finger in. he felt every inch of your walls until he hit your spot, causing a moan to escape your mouth. He noticed that and kept hitting that spot until you finally felt a knot in your stomach and your walls began to tighten. Just before you were about to reach your climax, her removed his fingers while smirking at your frustrated expression. He leaned forward and left wet kisses down your neck before sucking the skin just above your breast, leaving a mark.

You pulled his head by grabbing his hair gently and crashed our lips on his, allowing him to grind on you, making your lower parts tingle. "Stop teasing." You chuckled.

"As you wish, princess."

Finally, he slipped his member inside of you. Your teeth clenched together and your back arched due to the sudden pleasure. He began trusting himself in and out of you, causing your heart to beat ten times faster and sweat drip from your forehead. You didn't want it to stop.

He hit your g-spot once again, you grabbed onto his hair as he buried his face into your neck. "I-I'm almost there." You managed.

His moans were music to your ears, only making you reach your limit faster. He quickly pulled out, allowing his cum to fill your stomach while you too released yourself.

...

Before you even woke up, you could feel the aching pain running throughout your body. You covered your eyes due to the sunlight shining through your bedroom window, it was like everything was more lighter than before. You had a banging headache, your eyelids felt heavy and your legs felt like you had pulled all your muscles. You turned over so that the sun wasn't infecting your eye, but your whole body froze as you came face to face with him. Your eyes almost jumped out of your head when all the memories came rushing back to you. Your immediate reaction was to whack yourself in the head.

Finally, you came to the realization that you didn't remember going into your bedroom or anything after that. Once again your hand hit your head forcefully. The only thing that went through your mind was that you need to leave before he woke up. You climbed out of bed only to see your naked body. You released a sigh and searched your wardrobe for some clothes. You ended up fishing out some plain grey joggers, a white cropped top and a matching Zip-up hoodie. After lugging on your white high top converse, you grabbed your laptop and bag and rushed out of the door.

To be completely honest, you had no idea why you left a stranger in your house. All you knew was that you needed to escape the most awkward situation of your life. You thought you would never see him again after that.

You wondered mindlessly through the streets until you stumbled upon a local coffee shop. You entered, ordered a black coffee to cure your hangover and took your seat. You brought your laptop out of your bag and opened it to begin your work. Your head soon slammed into the palms of your hands. Your thoughts couldn't help but reminisce your actions, you kept asking yourself the same question over and over again. Why did I do it? How did I let it happen? Nothing but shame filled you up inside. You resisted the urge to run back and scream that it was all his fault, but that would be narcissistic. It was your fault, you had no right to blame it on anyone else. Although, there was a small part of you that didn't regret what happened, you just pushed the thought away to the back of your mind an never exposed it again...