[Whispering Dom]

Part 4

You’d liked Michael straight away. He was bright, funny and definitely good looking. You weren’t really sure whether he liked you, at least not in that way, but he was always friendly, and he always had time to talk with you.

He was a couple of years older than you, which didn’t really help when it came to wondering whether he was just being friendly, or whether he might like you in the way you hoped he would, but the more time you spent with him, the more you really hoped it would lead to something. You were starting to spend quite a lot of time fantasizing about how it would be if you finally got together, imagining what he might look like naked, imagining his hands on your body, imagining touching him…

“Want to go and get a coffee?” You looked up, startled from your thoughts and felt your face flush when you saw him standing there. He was looking down at you, smiling. “Thought we could chat about this.” He held up the book that was the book clubs current read.

“Oh… Sure…” you said, feeling flustered. “I guess we could…” God, you hoped he wouldn’t change his mind. That hardly came out like you sounded interested.

“Great.” he’d said, just standing there looking down at you. You’d stood up and grabbed your things, and followed as he’d headed out of the library.

But when you’d got to the coffee shop it was just closing and with a feeling of frustration you’d decided that obviously it just wasn’t meant to be. Until Michael suggested that you go back to his place, his roommate was away for the weekend…

You’d sat in his room and chatted about the book, had a pretty good time although he didn’t seem to making any kind of move and just as you were thinking nothing was going to happen and it was time to go, he’d asked you if you’d like a drink. Being only 18, you hadn’t been much of a drinker, your parents didn’t drink much at home, and you were too young to drink in bars. But why not you thought, at least it kept your hope alive, so you’d sat down again, and he had poured two small glasses of tequila.

You’re not sure how many shots you’d had in the end, it was all a bit hazy, but Michael had offered for you to stay the night rather than try and get home. He’d even offered to let you use his pajama tops. Well, it’s what you had been hoping for, so with a shy smile you’d accepted the offer. You’d both looked away while you each got ready for bed, you’d pulled your t shirt off, hesitated, then removed your bra before putting on his pajama tops. They were long on you. You kicked off your shoes, then took off your jeans and socks, hesitated again just for a moment, then pulled your panties off too. Your heart was beating fast, it was finally going to happen.

In the event, nothing happened. Michael had been a true gentleman, seemingly not wanting to take advantage of you, even though you wished he would, you were feeling so turned on lying there nearly naked with him, but he’d just cuddled comfortably with you for a bit, and then you’d heard his breathing slow, and realized with a growing feeling of frustration and disappointment that he was asleep.

You’d lain there, sadly frustrated that he obviously didn’t seem to like you in that way. You were so sure he must have when he’d offered for you to stay, and now you were so turned on. Your hand drifted down your body, pulling the pajama tops up, exposing yourself next to him, but still he slept on. You ran your fingers between your legs, jerking as you touched your lips, spreading your legs out a bit, almost wishing that you might wake him sure he’d get the message if he woke up to find you masturbating next to him. Your body had jerked as you had started to caress yourself, you’d turned your head to look at him lying beside you. Asleep. Angrily you pulled your hand away despite the fact you wanted nothing more than to cum now… The thought of masturbating while he lay sleeping beside you felt so humiliating, but also arousing. You shook your head in confusion and tried to sleep.

You’d woken in the middle of the night, disoriented and with a headache. You’d got up and gone for a pee then made your way back to his bed. You were still disappointed that nothing had happened, and still turned on… You stood by the bed for a moment, wondering whether you shouldn’t go back to the bathroom and masturbate, get it out of your system. You shook your head in frustration. You pulled the sheet back to climb in again next to him, and stopped and gasped quietly. His pajamas were tented with a very obvious hardon.

You’d climbed onto the bed next to him, unable to take your eyes off it, and you couldn’t deny it excited you. You really wanted to touch him. You could feel your heart racing, not sure if you should, I mean he was asleep. What would he say if he woke up with you touching him? Well, surely he’d get the message then…

But you realized later that you had still been a bit drunk, and that had given you the courage - or the recklessness - to do it, and besides, your earlier arousal had surged back to the surface. You had reached over, unbuttoned his pajamas, and pulled them apart. And there it was! You had swallowed and put your fingers out to touch it, gently running them up and down it. God it looked and felt nice. Suddenly Michael had groaned quietly and you’d quickly pulled your hand away, but he hadn’t woken, so you had put your hand back and started running your fingers up and down it again. You were getting incredibly turned on yourself, your breathing getting fast. He still seemed to be asleep, and you simply couldn’t resist it, so you slipped your fingers round him and started to stroke.

Again he had moaned, but you were too far gone to stop. You had looked up at him, seen his eyes were open his head lifted up looking at you, and you’d frozen. Oh fuck…

“Don’t stop…” he had said quietly, his voice husky, and he’d dropped his head back on the pillow. You started to stroke again, swallowing hard. The sound of his breathing getting heavier, and his little moans of arousal turning you on like crazy. You had started going faster, he’d spread his legs, you kneeled up next to him and with your other hand stroked his balls. You were so turned on… You’d stopped for a moment to roughly pull his pajamas down and off his legs, then kneeled across him, straddling his legs masturbating him in earnest.

It hadn’t taken long, you had been stroking him hard and fast, and with a gasp he had cum, his semen spurting onto his stomach. You had almost cum yourself you were so turned on! He lay there breathing hard, just as you were, and you hadn’t objected when he had reached up and started to undo the pajama tops he had leant you. When they were unbuttoned you had shrugged them off, finally, naked with Michael, you shuddered with pleasure.

He reached up and his hands caressed your breasts, his thumbs stroking your nipples, you moaned quietly. His hands dropped down and he had pushed them gently between your legs, and started to caress your lips. You had nearly cum. He gently rubbed his fingers between your lips and you cried out softly. You closed your eyes as he slowly masturbated you, moaning quietly.

Then, in a flurry of movement he had sat up, pushed you back on the small bed and put his head down between your legs. Nobody had done this to you before, you’d fantasized about it, and Michael was just the person you wanted to do it to you. You spread your legs wide as he pleasured you, your body jerking, your breath coming in pants. It hadn’t taken long before you had climaxed, harder than you could imagine, pushing yourself against his face.