“Mmm…”
That was the noise I made when I first woke up, which, when I look back on it now, is super embarrassing haha.
At that point I didn’t know where I was tbh; my eyes were still closed and I had a little drool patch beneath my lips, which were pressed into the fabric beneath my head. My face was warm from whatever was beneath me, and I felt nice and comfortable and safe.
I curled my toes and stretched my ankles out and yawned, opening my eyes slowly.
The room was dark and my head was still heavy with sleep. Slowly, the shapes started to materialise in the darkness and I recognised where I was; Leo’s couch. Leo must have gone to bed and left me here after I fell asleep hanging out with him last night. That was sweet of him. Leo was always sweet, that’s why I liked hanging out and gaming and playing card games with him. He made me feel secure, and in all our years of friendship he had never hit on me, which I appreciated. I yawned again and brought my hand up to the pillow, pulling it away quickly when I felt something hard right beside my head.
Oh fuck.
Leo hadn’t gone to bed at all.
I went rigid, listening to the sounds, wondering if I really was where I thought I was. I wasn’t scared, just confused at what I thought I had just touched, and so I listened. Outside, a motorbike sped by in the distance. In the kitchen, his fridge buzzed gently and continuously. And yes, beneath both sounds I could hear it; Leo’s gentle breath as his best friend’s mouth was inches from his hard cock.
I didn’t want to jump up and make a big deal about it, and so I stayed where I was, breathing softly, feigning sleep. I was suddenly aware that in my slumber I had positioned myself so my boobs were pressed right up against him, squished against his thigh, one of them bulging over and sort of resting on him. Worse still, my nipple was erect and visible through my T-shirt.
Was that what had made him so hard?
No, that was silly. He was asleep, and that’s just what happened to guys when they slept, right? I’d read about it online. Anyway, why else would the lights be off unless he was dosing too? Or maybe he had fallen asleep and then woken up and seen me and…? What? Got hard?
No. Not Leo. Surely?
Yet there it was. Right there; a hard shape almost touching my cheek through his shorts. A big, thick, throbbing cock. Leo’s cock. I couldn’t believe it. I had no idea that he was that…ahem…big. Or really even that he had a cock at all, to be honest. After all, we were just friends, and I’d never really thought about him like that…
But now I was.
I couldn’t help it. With the tip of it literally only a few centimeters from my mouth—I suddenly realised how long it had been since I had been confronted with a hard cock. Something full and throbbing and needy. I became aware I was holding my breath and let it out slowly, wondering if he could feel it.
I felt suddenly ashamed to be having such dirty thoughts about my friend, and lifted my head just a few millimeters as if to get up. But as I moved, Leo made a micro-adjustment of his own, his hips rising slightly and his cock thrusting forward toward my face, his hips settling back down into the couch cushions quickly.
It wasn’t much of an adjustment, but it was enough that his cock was now in licking distance.
Not that I was thinking about licking it.
Not even a little bit.
And I definitely wasn’t thinking about turning my mouth into a little warm wet hole for him, wrapping my lips around him and slooooooowly pushing my head down all the way to the base of it, holding myself there for as long as I could, reaching down and pulling gently on my nipples, holding my big boobs up for him, giving him something to look at while his best friend moved her tongue around his cock over, and over, and over…
But if I wasn’t thinking about any of that, why was I getting so wet?
I needed to get myself under control. I stayed still, looking into the darkness, and as my eyes continued to adjust to the low light in the room, I realised that my top had pulled up from my fidgeting, showing the skin of my stomach. My skirt was bunched around my hips, too, and my panties were showing, which meant he could probably see the round part of my ass. And I’ve been working out a lot, so it is very round right now.
Damn. He had a pretty good view of my body.
Worse, the feeling of accidentally showing it off was doing things inside me.
My heart was beating fast, and I wondered if he could feel it pounding through my boobs, which were still pressed up against him. I still had no idea if the throbbing cock before me was some sort of indication of lust or if it was simply a biological function of the guy I’d been hanging out with platonically for years.
But I needed to find out.
“Leo,” I whispered, my voice quiet. So quiet, in fact, I wondered if I wanted to be heard at all. “Are you awake?”
Nothing.
I waited for a long time.
Just when I was about to give up, he answered. “Yeah…”
“Hey,” I said, trying to keep my voice friendly and free from lust, a ridiculous idea considering I had still not lifted my head from his lap, not wanting to ruin the intimacy of being so close to his cock. “I’m sorry I fell asleep on you,” I whispered.
“It’s okay…”
I nodded gently, the simple act of inclining my head slightly bringing my bottom lip so close to the tip of his cock that he must have been able to feel the warmth of it.
“Should I…move?” I whispered.
“It’s up to you,” he said, but I could hear the disappointment in his voice. “Not if you don’t want to. It feels kind of nice…”
“Okay,” I said, replaying the word over and over again in my mind. Nice. Me, asleep on him, my skirt up, my ass out. Nice. My big breasts pressed against his legs. Nice. His cock, hard and throbbing and inches from my mouth.
With my heart now hammering against my ribcage, I decided to push it even further. I slowly stuck out my arms in a pretend stretch that turned into a real stretch (I had been asleep, after all), my mouth opening wide in a yawn. As I made the yawning noise, I brought my head forward slightly so that the tip of his cock was within the cavity of my mouth, my lips pressed against the fabric that tented the surrounding area. It lasted only a second or two, but he musthave been able to feel it, or at least the implication of it, and as I pulled my head back to rest it back on his tummy, I also draped my arm across him, leaving my forearm resting approximately where I thought his balls would be.
Leo didn’t say anything, but I thought I heard him breath a little heavier, and he moved his hips upward again. Just a little. Offering his cock to me.
At least, that’s what it felt like. Maybe I was imagining it. Maybe he was just being a good friend and I was being a total slut. It was so hard to know. All that I really knew for sure was that the feeling of having my best friend inside my mouth, even through his shorts, even just for the short second it lasted, had felt exhilarating and wrong and exciting and fucking hot.
I needed to find out for sure.
“Leo?” I said. My voice was a whisper. “Is it okay?”
“Is what okay?” he said. The room was still dark, our breathing was still quiet, and my best friend’s cock was still only a few centimeters from my mouth, covered by his shorts. I hadn’t bothered to pull my skirt back down, and I knew he could see at least some of my ass.
“Is it okay if I go back to sleep here?” I said, yawning again. “It’s really comfortable.”
I pushed my arm down slightly as I said it, and the effect was instant and unbelievably fucking hot, his cock jumping up in his shorts, the size and weight of it causing a little slap sound against his skin when it came back down against his tummy.
“Yeah…” he said, grunting slightly as he spoke. “You can just…relax…”
I smiled then. He didn’t see it—my head was still angled downward, very much aimed directly at his cock—but I wondered if he could feel it against his skin; his best friend grinning at the thought of ‘relaxing’ on his throbbing cock.
“Thank you,” I whispered. “You’re such a sweet guy. You’re always looking out for me.”
That’s when I did it.
I delivered the friendliest, sweetest, lingering kiss to him, the one that a million women have used to thank a million sweet guys—lips pursed, cheeks sucked in, eyes closed.
Only I delivered this one to the head of his cock.
“Ah,” I sighed, snuggling up to him. “Goodnight, Leo.”
He must have been too stunned to speak, because he didn’t answer me. I resisted a second smile, instead rolling my head slightly and flicking my hair back onto his chest, placing my hand back across him.
Only this time, when I came to rest my hand, I placed it directly on his balls….
A sweet and soft beginning🥰
Poor Leo seems to be in quite the predicament. 😏