The Risk taking Chronicles: The inadvertent wing man (M/F) | 2016

I decided that I enjoyed typing up some of my old sexual experiences so much that I would continue with a few more stories. My old stories can be found by clicking on my name (not going to advertise them as this is a completely separate series). This series is set a few years after the original “cool” series.

I had just finished University and received a job in the heart of the city. I was 22 at the time and was living with a friend of mine called Dave. We both worked in the city, but for separate firms. The price of living so close to the centre was that housing was ludicrously expensive. We decided that we’d share an apartment for the first few months of our contract and then go our separate ways. Unfortunately the apartment was open plan. There was a clear divide down the centre with the kitchen/lounge forming one half of the apartment and the bedroom forming the other half. The bedroom was alright. We each had half of the room and a single bed in each corner. We got on well, but as you can imagine living in complete view constantly, can have its irritations, but as I was to find out it could also have it bonuses.

Dave was very much a ladies man, we had a deal that if someone brought a girl back then the other would sleep on the couch. I was always the one on the couch. To be honest, I’m not really in to one night stands. I would obligingly sleep on the sofa every fortnight or so. Now Dave would always have a few girls on the go, I didn’t agree with this, but he always reassured me that they knew it was just a bit of fun. One girl he was seeing at the time was called Katie. Now Katie had come over to study for a year abroad programme (She was from Texas). They’d been introduced as mutual friends. Katie had long, coppery hair. Chesnut eyes, beautiful white teeth, milky skin with pale pink lips. Dave told me that he was trying to faze Katie out. He’d met someone else who he was focusing his attention on. I had quite a thing for Katie, I told Dave multiple times and about what great girlfriend material she was. Dave had told me previously that she originally didn’t believe in sex before marriage, but had changed her mind a year or so and was going through a sexual awakening. He told me, how he wasn’t really interested. I on the other hand was and was going to approach the subject of asking her for a drink. I voiced my intentions and he told me to go for it. Dave was a good friend and after a few weeks of them going their separate ways I would approach Katie and ask for a drink.

That Friday Dave had gone out for drinks with his colleagues. I had also been out for a few drinks and returned earlier, watched a little bit of tv and crawled in to bed.

I was awoken by the sound of metal scratching wood, as keys frustratingly circled the key hole. I heard the clink as they made a connection and the door open. I heard male and a female voice. I noticed a southern accent and automatically knew it was Katie. I heard her ask to use the bathroom and she slipped in to our room and in to the toilet. Now I was confused, I had told Dave my plans and he’d brought her home? I felt a hand on my shoulder, I couldn’t continue my façade of sleeping and rolled over to see Dave. He was clearly drunk, the whisky strong on his breath. He mumbled how he had brought Katie back for me. His plan was quite frankly wretched. He’d brought her back under the pre-tense that they were going to have some fun, but would somehow get Katie to end up with me. He hadn’t quite considered how the transition was going to happen though.

We heard the tap begin and I returned to my previous position, on my side pretending to sleep. Katie came back in. It was clear that she was more sober than Dave. She had inexplicably at some point picked up her pj’s from home? I laid there for a while, trying to stay awake in case the plan worked, but desperately wanting to sleep in case it didn’t. The plan didn’t work. I heard a lot of fumbling, whispering, giggling and the sound of skin on skin contact. I remember trying to sleep, but seething in anger, Dave had brought her home to do this in earshot of me. I eventually drifted on in to a shallow mad slumber. I awoke in the morning. Dave had work to do at the office, I was off though. I rolled over and saw Katie reading her texts. Dave had battled through the hangover gone.

I rolled over and croaked “Morning”

Katie: “Morning”

Sam: “You alright?”

Katie: “Yeah, I’m fine, just… well yeah fine” a slight hesitation in her voice.

Sam: “What’s up?” I asked quizzically.

Katie: “Do you mind if I come over there and talk to you?”

Sam: ”Yeah, sure”

To save us talking loudly across to the corners of the room she rolled out of bed and walked over to me. She layed on my bed, next to me and pulled the covers up to her waist.

Katie: “Well last night I obviously came home with Dave and I thought we were going to have some fun, and … well. I tried initiating it, but he wouldn’t let me touch him. I persisted, but eventually he passed out. I’m just a little confused?”

Every strain of anger at Dave effortlessly seeped away.

Sam; “You’re going to have fun, with me asleep in the corner”

A rye smile crept across her pale lips

Katie: “I’m a risk taker” she said in a seductive, drawn out tone.

Sam: “Well Dave was pretty drunk, maybe he just wanted to go to sleep”

Kate: “He seemed keen, earlier on is it me?”

I reassured her that it wasn’t her and that she was incredibly pretty. Cute face with penetrative beautiful eyes. She smiled and said “What about my Body?”

She pulled the covers of her and mostly off of me. I cast my eyes down her body. Her coppery hair was loosely hanging around her shoulders, She had a vest top on and it was obvious that her nipples were hard. All the talk of taking risks and how she was in the mood for fun the night before had gotten her going. I cast down her body. The vest stopped across her lower stomach. I saw a hint of her hips and then she wore plaid blue shorts. Her legs were silky and her toenails and fingernails were painted navy. I slowly drunk in every inch of her sexuality. I realised that there was a question hanging in the air. I snapped back in to action.

“It definitely not your body, you have a great body”…. “I really like your body” I added unnecessarily.

I scanned her body again, but was interrupted when she said “I can see you like it” and nodded her head towards my groin. I had been so caught up in looking at her that I hadn’t realised my morning glory was tenting my boxers. There was no way out of this. I looked down and at her again. I knew that being denied any action last night had got to her, she couldn’t supress her aching want. I was also in bed with a girl I’d longed for. The tension is the air was palpable, instead of letting her words linger I leant down and kissed her. She reciprocated and our tongues explored each other’s mouths. It felt more than a kiss, more than raw passion. It felt oddly comfortable yet concurrently deeply exciting.

The residual want from the night before took over and she plunged her hands in to my boxers. Her hands felt soft, her grip firm. She used her thumb to spread the leak of pre cum around the head. She rubbed her hands all over my shaft and run her fingertip up the sensitive underside. She practically ripped my boxers off. She dragged them down my legs, past my ankles and left them in a heap under the covers. She eyed my member and shuffled so that she was just over it. I could feel her hot breath and I twitched in anticipation, however she took as sec and continued using her hands. As a motion started she spat on to the head of my cock and spread it under her palms. She regained her grip and furiously jerked my cock. There was no build up, no tease. Just a drive to get me off. Her legs crossed over mine and she started her determined hand motions. She used her left hand to roll my balls around. It all felt frankly fantastic and disappointingly I felt the sudden urge. I warned Katie, but couldn’t hold back any longer. I sprayed rope of cum all over her hands and wrists, as well as my own stomach. She leaned over and grabbed a tissue from the side and wiped all the cum away. She threw it in the bin and allowed me to acquaint myself with had just happened.

I rolled over in a bed so that we had swapped positions. I kissed her again, I was a little more gentle, however she had other ideas. She sucked and bit my tongue. She was feverish with need. I kissed her cheek, chin and then made contact with the soft skin along the nape of her neck. It resulted in a squeal and delicate moan. My hand then began its wanderings. I traced her belly button and then went north towards her beautiful hard nipples. I reached them quickly and began running my fingers around the edge and gently tweaking them. Katie, moaned, louder in appreciation. I gave each nipple the same treatment and then headed south. By the time my hand had traipsed past her belly button she was already lifting her ass off the mattress in anticipation of me removing her pj bottoms. Like she did earlier, I didn’t hesitate and whipped them off. The material barely touching her legs and threw them away. I kissed her once more and ran my fingers up and down her lower lips. As I slowly slid a finger in two things became apparent. One, the heat emanating from her undercarriage was intense and two she was incredibly wet. I teased with this finger, our lips were touching, but she was just moaning in to my mouth. I retreated my finger and pulled her left leg over mine. I then slowly slid two fingers in. The change of position and number of digits drew a deep moan from Katie’s very core. I picked up momentum and got in to a pacey rhythm. She wriggled and squirmed on the mattress. She tried to talk, to say words, they escaped her and all I got were deep toned syllables. Her back was kept arching and her deep groans, became quick, high pitched moans. I knew she was close. I drove my motions home and went as fast as I could. It was no more than 10 seconds later when a glorious orgasm washed over her.

We sat there content for a minute or so and then Katie excused herself to the shower.

I looked at my phone and had a text.

Dave: “I’m so sorry about last night man. Hanging today though”

Sam: “Somehow I think I can forgive you”

This is the first of a few stories I have with Katie. If there is interest then I’ll post a few more. Hope you enjoyed reading.