Benefits: Pulp Fiction (aka My Dad's Couch) [m/f] | 2016

This story takes place a couple of weeks after the events of my second story. This one's a little more funny/embarrassing.

Ever since Jamie and I had discovered the joys of friendship with benefits, we took advantage of any chance we got. Luckily, my father's house was two blocks away from our school, and his day job meant it was empty quite often. We went at it before school, after school, during school, before her finals, after her finals, and any other time we could find. Summer meant my sister was around more often, but we still managed to find time. One afternoon, my dad and sister were preparing to leave for a softball game. Realizing they'd both be gone for a couple of hours, I texted Jamie and invited her over. Unfortunately I underestimated how soon my family would be leaving, and she showed up well before we had the house to ourselves.

As I mentioned before, the two of us always watched something before we started, and this was especially true today as we waited for my dad and sister to clear out. This time it was Pulp Fiction, and the two of us sat listening to Samuel L. Jackson ramble on as family members came in and out of the room. We didn't want to give them any ideas, but we were both horny and had a tendency to press our luck in public situations (another story). Every time we had a moment alone, she would lean over and sneak me a kiss or reach down for a squeeze, or I'd grab a breast or slip some fingers through her waist line. We'd hold it as long as we could before zipping back into position just in time to stay inconspicuous. It was a game we played often, and though we played it well, I could tell my dad was getting suspicious. (It didn't help that it was uncommon for me to invite a girl over alone).

Vincent and Mrs. Wallace were just entering the diner when my family finally left. It only took a couple of seconds after hearing the car leave the driveway for me to leap. She was wet, I was hard, and we had waited far too long. She liked being pushed around, so as usual I took charge, pinning her to the couch and kissing her hard. She reached down and pulled my shirt off over my head, her way of telling me to go for it. I took the hint and started aggressively stripping her, tearing her clothes off as my lips traced her curves. When my tongue reached her clit, she closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, letting out a moan she knew turned me to butter. It wasn't too long before she flipped me over and sat me up, hastily undoing my fly like a kid on Christmas morning. She wasn't messing around, and she gave her prize one long lick before shoving it down her throat. I ran my fingers through her hair as I watched Travolta and Thurman twisting behind her.

Eventually Jamie took a breather, and I went to get a condom and throw my clothes into my room. When I came back, Jamie asked if I was ready to take things to the bedroom. I gave her a kiss and shoved her back onto the couch. "Fuck the bed," I said, "I want you here."

"Wait, wait, wait!" she said, grabbing the remote and pausing the movie. I gave her a quizzical look. "What? I've never seen it before and I don't want to miss anything."

To understand the rest of this story, you need to know a little about this couch. My dad loved this couch; in his relatively new house, it was one of the few pieces of furniture he owned, and the only one he bought himself. This was no ordinary couch; it was pretty spectacular, as far as couches go. It was modular, comprised of 5 sections (corners, sides, and an ottoman) that could easily be reconfigured. It was soft to the skin, but firm enough to provide support. And, convenient for this situation, it was the perfect height for fucking.

Pushed together, the couch provided a wide, bed-sized surface. We started with missionary, but quickly we started getting creative. I pulled the couch apart so she was laid out over the edge and started fucking her standing up. She turned over and got on all fours, dripping her juices onto the carpet. I plowed her from behind, watching her beautiful ass jump with each thrust. When I needed to cool off, she got on her back and spun around. She lowered her head over the threshold and started sucking me off upside down as I leaned forward and started eating her out. She pushed me back into a corner and started riding me, tits bouncing in perfect motorboat range. I buried my face in her chest and reached around for her ass, spanking her hard as she ground her hips against mine.

When at last I couldn't hold it anymore, I finished inside of her. We must have found every position possible to fuck on that couch. By the end it was marked with moisture in multiple places, pieces were strewn haphazardly about the room, and the musk of our sweat hung in the air. We slumped back into the couch and curled up together, un-pausing the movie.

It was normally about this time where the two of us would hop into the shower, but Jamie wasn't finished with me. She started tracing her fingers up and down my stomach, stimulating my body. When she turned to kiss me, I stopped her.

"This isn't safe, we should clean up."

Jamie started stroking my cock as she kissed me down my chest. "You said they'd be gone for hours, right?" She pulled a leg around to straddle me. My cock already throbbing again as she pressed her crotch against it.

I tried to protest, but Jamie was having none of it. She smothered my response with her lips, grinding my dick against my stomach with her crotch, her heat beckoning me back. I was still paranoid, but she was starting to drag me back in. Until-

chunk chunk chunk

Suddenly there were suspiciously loud footsteps coming from the porch. "Shit," I whispered in a panic. Jamie reached for her shirt, pulling it over her head and throwing a blanket over her legs. I had moved my clothes to my room, so I jumped up (taking a moment to very slightly straighten the couch) and sprinted to my room. I made it just in time for the front door to swing open and my dad to enter. I threw on my disheveled clothes and came out to greet him.

"Sorry to barge in, I had to come back to get something," he said. "I texted you trying to warn you." I had been too preoccupied to notice, but he had indeed texted me. Clearly he had figured it out ahead of time, and his over exaggerated foot steps were meant to save us even further embarrassment. If he hadn't already known, it would have been obvious to him then. Not only were the two of us clearly ruffled and awkwardly positioned, but the movie he had left an hour ago had progressed maybe 5 minutes total.

"We'll talk later," he said, leaving. Overwhelmed with embarrassment, Jamie and I just sat their awkwardly for a while. The moment killed, we took our shower and finished the movie.

Jamie still teases me for "ruining" the movie for her. "I can't watch it now without thinking about what we did," she says. "Then my fingers end up in... places, and suddenly I can't pay attention." I'm glad she remembers that day so fondly, because for me it will always be one of the most awkward moments of my life.

My dad and I did talk later. "I'm fine with whatever it is you're doing," he said, "just as long as you stay safe and keep it out of my sight. And let's not tell your mother about this." I was relieved to be off the hook when he added "Also, can you try to keep it off the couch? I really like that couch."

I had to stifle a chuckle at that point. I said I would, but I knew that probably wasn't going to happen. That couch had seen a lot that day, and it would see a lot more in the months to come.

Hope you guys enjoyed the story. Feel free to give me some feedback.