One Night Stand

It was late... a late night in the apartment as she lay there in that queen sized bed, covered in the smell of wine and smoke, and still wearing her clothes from the earlier evening spent drinking with her friends and smoking cigarillos. But though she laid there, her mind buzzing from the alcohol, she could not find sleep. No, her mind wandered upon a man... A man in the next room, sleeping on the couch to be more precise. She often though of him, when she felt like this. Especially when in this situation.
It was often their friend Amanda and her husband Ross had get-togethers like this. Where one or more of their friends would end up staying the night due to the near alcohol poisoning brought on by long hours of drinking and not nearly enough food. But it was also in these situations that she and Sean would happen to get a little adventurous. Of course, in Amanda and Ross' old apartment, it was much more so due to their being no guest room for her... they were on the couch, their hands exploring, lips crushing, movements drunken and sloppy.
Despite that, she still felt aroused at the thought as she turned onto her side with a frown. After all, Sean was a good looking man. He had a decent face, a nice build. The first moment she saw him she immediately felt a connection... until he opened his mouth. Sean, though good looking, was far from her type. A know it all, cocky, arrogant prick... That's what she often called him in her mind. He just had an air about him that drove her insane... and yet... there was a physical attraction there she couldn't deny. And she hated it. For despite how much his personality set her off, she thoroughly enjoyed his physical affections. It wasn't often she was touched by the opposite sex.
A frustrated sigh would leave her lips as she shut her eyes tightly... It wasn't fair. The whole thing wasn't fair. She didn't like him, but she did. Which sucked, because he liked... 'skinny girls'. Her friend Amanda for instance... was a beautiful skinny girl, while she saw herself plain and fat. The ugly friend that made the pretty one look better. Her lot in life.
“Melanie?”
It was a faint whisper from the door, but it had her sitting up, deep brown hues wide as she looked to see the owner of the voice she knew... There stood Sean, looking surprisingly sober for how she had left him on the couch an hour or two ago. Her breath caught in her throat. What did he want?
“Sean? What is it?” She whispered back as she watched the shadow of his figure move int the room fully and shut the door behind him. Her was sure she heard an audible 'click' of the door being locked before he moved over to the bed and sat on it's edge.
“Who said you got the bed?” He soon asked... She couldn't help but roll her eyes. Of course. She was stupid to think for a moment that he'd be in there for her.
“I did. When you passed out all over the couch.” She responded with a smirk, looking toward the light shining from the lamp post outside. It was a cold night... and watching that light made it seem colder for some odd reason she never would understand.
“Well I'm awake now.” He soon retorted with a chuckle before moving to lay on the bed, on top of the covers... “Comfy. This will do nicely.”
Feeling her irritation grow, she frowned a bit as her gaze moved to his rather alluring features... God damnit, NO! “I don't think so. I was here first. I get the bed. You go sleep on the couch like a gentleman.” She'd soon retort, scooting from him a bit and laying down, her back facing him.
“Aww, come on Mel...” He'd whine after a moment, soon scooting behind her and draping an arm casually over her form. “Don't make me sleep on the couch. This bed is big enough for two. You can share, can't you?”
“Do I have to answer?”
“Aw, come on. Please?” Feeling her resolve quickly dissipate, she gave an exaggerated sigh before closing her eyes. “Fine...” Of course, with the confirmation, she expected him to pull back from her, but no, she was shocked to feel him settle himself comfortably behind her, his arm remaining around her as he slid under the covers himself.
Would she say anything? Should she? If she should have, the words didn't come as thoughts of him were forcefully pushed from her mind and she attempted to find sleep...
That was when she felt it...
That wandering hand of his that had been draped over her was now on the move, and rubbing. It started slow of course, rubbing her arm after it had managed to find it's way under the covers with them... The gentle caress of his fingers made a chill run through her... Of course, the movement of his lips against the back of her neck didn't help. Indeed, His innocent positioning had begun to turn into something else. And she felt herself powerless to stop it. Not because she felt for him... but because in all honesty... she was just so lonely.
His motions soon moved from her arm, around her body, where his hand soon gently took one of her rather large mounds and began to fondle...Her mouth opened a bit at the feeling, a warm sensation running through her at such. It quickly became a jolt as he found her nipple, and squeezed it through her bra, and pulled.
She must have moaned and not known it, because he stopped for a moment. But soon his other hand was on the move, and moving down her front, trailing fingers over the top of her sweater before finding the clasps of her jeans. It was as his fingers began to deftly undo them that she spoke...
“Why are you doing this?” Indeed, he never seemed attracted to her unless completely intoxicated... Maybe he was more drunk still than he looked. Of course, as this was said, his hand was soon pushed into her open jeans, and fingers were rubbing her slit through those silky panties.
“From the feel of it, because you want me to.” He whispered into her ear before he nibbled the lobe gently, causing a pleased sigh to leave her lips, though hips thrusted against that hand...And indeed, she could feel just as he could. His motions were making her unbelievably wet. It didn't take long for his fingers to find their way into her panties, though they did pause before he spoke... And hearing the smirk in his voice made her deeply blush.
“You shaved for me?” His words were accompanied by fingers running over her naked slit, teasing her enough to make her shiver... But despite his arrogant comment, she could say nothing. After all, she didn't want him to stop.
And he didn't... No, his fingers were soon moving to part those lower lips and stroke her wet slit slowly, extracting another moan from her. One that was soon covered by his lips on hers.
She'd never admit it, but she loved kissing. It was one of her favorite things to do... with the right guy. And though he wasn't Mr. Right by any means... he was great for right now as their lips danced and his fingers moved over her most private place. Of course, his other hand was soon pulling at her shirt, and bra, yanking a bit to move it aside so his hand could reach the flesh of the large mound.
Through it all, she could feel the pleasure move through her. She hardly noticed being shifted onto her back. He only stopped once, to ask her to remove her bra, which she did without hesitation before he was on her again, hands attacking her and lips on hers. She more then once moaned into his mouth in pleasure as those fingers moved from just rubbing that slit, to pumping in and out of her...
Of course, this new positioning allowed her access to him as well... And as she moaned into his lips, those gentle hands moved up, and quickly undid his belt and pants, and within moments had out a rather engorged member. And it only took her moments before she began stroking it. Slow at first... but as his hand quickened on her, her's would on him...
It was as his thumb rolled over her pleasure pearl that she gasped, pulling her lips from his before managing a whisper... “Sean... have sex with me.” It was said so simply, she didn't even comprehend it until after it was said.
The words caused hands to stop as he pulled back to look at her... “Mel.. are you sure?” His words made her heart fall... Did he not want her? Then why was he doing this?! “Yes.” She stated simply before she was soon stroking him all the harder as her free hand moved to begin removing clothing.
It was a tedious process that forced them both to stop pleasuring one another before they were bare. But once they were? Right back onto each other they'd be, nude bodies pressing against one another tightly as hands moved against each others skin. Soft sounds escaped both of them as pleasure spots were found once more, and the motions commenced for a short while. That was until he pulled his hands away, and pressed his member against her entrance, with it still in her hand. She slowly removed her hand as he pushed slowly into her, causing them both to moan out in pleasure. For both of them... she knew, it had been too long.
His motions were slow at first, slowly pumping in and out, allowing her to match his rhythm with her own hips, and her moans as he moved within her. The feeling of something so warm, and bare in her made her moan again.
It took minutes before the slow motions became more heated, his body soon pressing into hers more fully, causing the metal frame of the bed to make slight creaking sounds as they moved, but still, even as he sped up, she only continued to ask for more, her moans soon growing so loud, he was forced to cover her lips again with his own, allowing his own moans to slip into her mouth...
The motions soon became all out thrusts as he began to pound into her wet entrance, she could hear the sound of him slamming into her, and the feeling of it made her lips pull from his to beg for more... It felt so good, she didn't want it to end. His name trailed off her lips more than once as she repeated “More..” to him in whispered moans..
And his response was to give her more of what she wanted... he kept going faster, thrusting harder whenever she demanded it. And in response to his name from her lips... came her own name from his..
It wasn't long before she felt her climax come upon her in a wave of intense pleasure, causing her to moan up to him, her back arching as that pleasure exploded within her. His response was to cover her lips with his own before he was soon shooting his load into her.
Their breaths were ragged and short for a long time... never before had she experienced anything so good before.. Her mind didn't wander over it either. She simply enjoyed the afterglow of the sex they had... and smirked a bit. Her gaze soon moved toward him, only to blink as she looked upon his sleeping face.
“Typical.” it was all she could mutter before she was soon laying back with a chuckle and closing her eyes, and soon, finding sleep of her own. What would the morning bring? Nothing new... But she would never forget that night. She was sure of it.