Fuck Me Already!
Smashwords edition
Copyright 2012 by Toby Graham
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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, business, characters and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events or locales is coincidental.
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Fuck Me Already!
Alysson truly did adore her brother, but she had to admit there were were not-so-altruistic motives behind how often she had invited him and his friends over to her apartment over the past few months. Spending time with the guys was always fun – especially having lived on her own for so long – but one in particular had caught her attention.
Her brother's best friend, Ethan, looked as if he'd been stolen out of the movies and dropped into the suburbs. Tall and well-built with dark brown hair that he kept just long enough to be slightly messy, he sported a chiseled jaw and eyes that gave Alysson a warm shiver every time he looked at her.
Getting him to look at her had proven difficult, though, and she was beginning to think that bringing him over with a group of friends was not the way to get his attention. He was shy, it seemed, and being able to sort of sink in with the crowd was the kind of opportunity he took regularly. When among Alysson's brother and their friends, he was able to blend in and avoid becoming the focus of conversation. This was a bad pattern for Alysson's purposes, and she had taken to scheming different ways to get him alone.
Getting him along was something she had fantasized about plenty of times. She imagined him, timid and demure at first, eventually warming to her advances and shivering with pleasure as she walked her fingers up his chest, curling her hand around his neck and pulling him in, kissing him softly. She thought about working her way down his neck, unbuttoning his shirt as she continued down his firm chest and powerful abs, eventually getting to his belt buckle and looking up at him slyly as she undid the last thing standing between her and his thick, throbbing cock. She imagined taking him in, wrapping her mouth around him and working his erect member while he writhed underneath her, gripping the sheets in pleasure. She'd work him with her mouth until he begged for her to take it one step further, and she'd be glad to oblige, hiking up her dress to reveal she was wearing nothing underneath, mounting him, sliding over him with her wet pussy, taking every inch of him in as pleasure rocked both of them, her eyes clenched in ecstasy and his mouth open and gasping as she rode him, sliding up and down on his rod, working her nimble hips to gyrate around on him as he bucked while trying to keep up. She'd grind against him, her clit rubbing hard, the pleasure rocketing through her, until finally both of them reached climax at the same time, him filling her with warmth from below and her squeezing every last drop out of his dick, riding him steadily until he was truly done, the two of them finally collapsing next to each other, breathless, sweaty.
That particular fantasy was one she ran through quite often, working herself with her hand down her panties as she lay in bed with her eyes closed and dreaming of what his warm, hard body might feel like as it rocked underneath her. She'd run her other hand over her breasts, pinching her hardened nipples, feeling her chest expand with each deep breath. Her fingers would play symphonies on her clit, running lower, between her folds, in and out, across, around. She'd brace herself with a thick fistful of sheet as the orgasm powered through her, and those these experiences were fantastic she longed for something more, something foreign, something that wasn't her own, pleasing her, making her come this hard.