Sunday, April 13, 2008
Taking care of myself
Here's something you probably won't hear from me that often. I definitely could've gotten laid last night, but chose not to. At the concert, I ran into a guy I knew from high school. We talked as we waited for the main band to perform. We also drank and I was feeling very intoxicated by the time the band finally took the stage. I sort of danced (or whatever you want to call when a guy and girl move together at a rock show) with him for a while.
He was holding on to my waist, as I stood in front of him. A couple times we ended up grinding against each other. I'll admit it had me turned on, especially a couple times when he went for cheap feels.
He was really hot and I was really horny but as we were leaving with all of our friends, I remembered what he had once told one of my friends. He had called me a slut (and not in the good way) and said any guy with a cock could get into my pants. Well, I proved him wrong. I got his number, but I can tell you I'm not planning to call him.
Instead, I went back to an apartment with one of my girl friends. Her boyfriend attended the school where the concert is. She of course, couldn't drive the 45 minutes home alone the next day (please note the sarcasm).
One of the boyfriend's roommates was gone for the weekend so I had a bed to collapse in. Of course, none of us went directly to sleep. We stayed up drinking until the beer was gone and people were literally falling asleep on the couch.
Unfortunately, I couldn't get asleep right away. I was feeling pretty drunk and really horny. I unbuttoned my jeans and slid my hands into my panties. I was so warm and so wet. I very drunkenly rubbed my clit and fingered myself a little. However, I passed out before things got too serious. Not, that I could've probably gotten myself off because I was so drunk. I have problems getting myself off when I'm sober, let alone after that much alcohol.
I woke up way too early the next morning. The blinds had been left in the direction that let all the morning light into the room. After a trip to the bathroom and to the kitchen to get a very large glass of water, I climbed back into the bed. I was hoping to get back to sleep, but instead I ended up just twisting and turning.
I was still wide awake when I started hearing a noise from the bedroom next door. At first it sounded like some knocking on the wall. I wasn't sure what it was until it became louder. My friends was getting fucked by her boyfriend and I was hearing the bed bang against the wall.
Without even thinking about, my hands found there way back to my pussy. This time my jeans and panties ended up around my knees and I fingered and rubbed myself. I'm not really a big fan of masturbating, but I couldn't help myself now.
The banging became louder and quicker. I could even hear the bed shaking and faintly I could hear her moaning. I wished it was me. I pretended that my fingers were a cock fucking me.
He must have come after a few minutes, because suddenly there was no more sounds. However, I was still working my pussy, working towards my orgasm. I knew how thin the walls were and it took everything to hold back my moans. However, the sound of my heavy breathing filled the small bedroom.
I could smell the cologne of the guy who's bed I was masturbating in. I wondered what he looked. I wondered if he would've guessed that some girl was going to fingering herself in his bed while he was gone. I wondered what would happen if he came home while I was fingering myself. I imagined him climbing into the bed and fucking me.
I came close several times, but I couldn't get myself off. I thought about giving up, but I kept going. I was soaking wet and I was afraid that I was going to leave a wet stain on the guy's sheets. However, I didn't care for too long. I was finally able to make myself climax. I was softly moaning, my fingers rubbing my clit as quick as I could until I felt my orgasm. It was intense and I probably let out some moans that were a little too much on the loud side.
I smiled as I pulled back up my jeans and panties. I rolled over on my side and I was probably back to sleep within a few minutes.
He was holding on to my waist, as I stood in front of him. A couple times we ended up grinding against each other. I'll admit it had me turned on, especially a couple times when he went for cheap feels.
He was really hot and I was really horny but as we were leaving with all of our friends, I remembered what he had once told one of my friends. He had called me a slut (and not in the good way) and said any guy with a cock could get into my pants. Well, I proved him wrong. I got his number, but I can tell you I'm not planning to call him.
Instead, I went back to an apartment with one of my girl friends. Her boyfriend attended the school where the concert is. She of course, couldn't drive the 45 minutes home alone the next day (please note the sarcasm).
One of the boyfriend's roommates was gone for the weekend so I had a bed to collapse in. Of course, none of us went directly to sleep. We stayed up drinking until the beer was gone and people were literally falling asleep on the couch.
Unfortunately, I couldn't get asleep right away. I was feeling pretty drunk and really horny. I unbuttoned my jeans and slid my hands into my panties. I was so warm and so wet. I very drunkenly rubbed my clit and fingered myself a little. However, I passed out before things got too serious. Not, that I could've probably gotten myself off because I was so drunk. I have problems getting myself off when I'm sober, let alone after that much alcohol.
I woke up way too early the next morning. The blinds had been left in the direction that let all the morning light into the room. After a trip to the bathroom and to the kitchen to get a very large glass of water, I climbed back into the bed. I was hoping to get back to sleep, but instead I ended up just twisting and turning.
I was still wide awake when I started hearing a noise from the bedroom next door. At first it sounded like some knocking on the wall. I wasn't sure what it was until it became louder. My friends was getting fucked by her boyfriend and I was hearing the bed bang against the wall.
Without even thinking about, my hands found there way back to my pussy. This time my jeans and panties ended up around my knees and I fingered and rubbed myself. I'm not really a big fan of masturbating, but I couldn't help myself now.
The banging became louder and quicker. I could even hear the bed shaking and faintly I could hear her moaning. I wished it was me. I pretended that my fingers were a cock fucking me.
He must have come after a few minutes, because suddenly there was no more sounds. However, I was still working my pussy, working towards my orgasm. I knew how thin the walls were and it took everything to hold back my moans. However, the sound of my heavy breathing filled the small bedroom.
I could smell the cologne of the guy who's bed I was masturbating in. I wondered what he looked. I wondered if he would've guessed that some girl was going to fingering herself in his bed while he was gone. I wondered what would happen if he came home while I was fingering myself. I imagined him climbing into the bed and fucking me.
I came close several times, but I couldn't get myself off. I thought about giving up, but I kept going. I was soaking wet and I was afraid that I was going to leave a wet stain on the guy's sheets. However, I didn't care for too long. I was finally able to make myself climax. I was softly moaning, my fingers rubbing my clit as quick as I could until I felt my orgasm. It was intense and I probably let out some moans that were a little too much on the loud side.
I smiled as I pulled back up my jeans and panties. I rolled over on my side and I was probably back to sleep within a few minutes.









10 Comments:
Well...you're feeling a lot better aren't you??? Sweet.
I think the idea of wetting someone else's bed like that with your juices is very hot. If it were my bed, I'd be very happy.
That was a great little story.
If I came home and found a wet spot left by you masturbating in my bed, I know what I'd do. I'd pull out my cock and stroke as I inhaled your aroma from the sheets, then shoot my cum onto the spot, mixing it with yours.
Sorry to hear you're not into masturbation so much. I bet you look hot as hell getting yourself off.
Oh, and good call not sleeping with that guy. Anyone who cannot appreciate that your slutiness is a gift to us all does not deserve the pleasure of fucking you.
Thats hot. I got a few questions.
Why you can't get yourself? (well why does it take along time)
Why you not a fan of masturbation?
Amy, as a girl, you can get laid ANYTIME you want ... ;-)
u need to masterbate more and tell us about it. its very hot.
I'm really proud of you for sticking up for yourself. Sometimes I caught myself wondering if you could do something like that. Kudos for that.
the guy will probably never know what he missed out on...........
dickie dick - I'm feeling almost one hundred percent.
Thanks Clem
Citykid - I think that would be pretty hot too. No need to feel sorry for me not masturbating a lot, I seem to do fine otherwise. As far not sleeping with that guy, I'm curious what I would've done sober. You'd think that it would be the other way around and I'd sleep with him when I was drunk. However, my drunk mind works in mysterious ways.
kushmoney - There's really no easy answer to that. It's just not that easy to get myself off compared to when I'm giving a handjob and can get a guy off guaranteed in a few minutes.
True anonymous, but sometimes I'm happy being alone with myself. LOL
I'll be keeping that in mind anonymous.
Thanks tim.
Southern Sage - yeah, I kind of wish I told him why he wasn't going to get any, but I don't really have a personality where I'd go out and try to hurt someone.
I'm sure he went home and did the same thing you did.
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