Sinful desires{steamiest short stories}

When I came home to find an empty house, I was a little lost. There I was, nineteen years old, ready to enjoy my vacation to the fullest, and all my keys were locked inside the house, and I had no way to get in.

It looked like this break was gonna be a complete flop. Luckily, it looked as though my next- door neighbors were still home, so I grabbed my bags and walked to their front door.

As I rang the bell, I began to hope that Stacy’s parents would be home. My anxiety disappeared as the door began to open before I even got there.

There was Stacy, a girl from my high school! We’d been the best of friends since the eighth grade, but nothing more – there was always a bit of flirting, but never anything more.

There was Stacy, standing in rather loose clothes t-shirt and jeans that I was so used to. Her hair was tied back into a bun, the same way she always had it for the last few years.

She was never one to dress more than just casually or bother with much make-up, “Paul!” she exclaimed. “What are you doing here? Your parents said it looked like you were going to be late, and to have you call them on your dad’s cell as soon as possible.”This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Damn! I knew I’d forgotten something. I asked to borrow her phone and called my dad – it wasn’t a problem, the ticket would be waiting when I got to the airport tomorrow.

In the meantime, just spend the night at Stacy’s and head out in the morning. Well as luck would have it, Stacy’s parents were out for the night at a conference in Boston, so it would just be me and Stacy tonight.

“Just drop your bags somewhere and make yourself comfortable,” Stacy said, “I was about to go take a shower.”

As I dropped my bags in the living room and unpacked what I needed for the night. I heard the shower squeak off upstairs and, having traveled for the past six hours, went up to do the same.

As I headed to the bathroom, I noticed her bedroom door was slightly ajar. Always a little curious, I decided to sneak a peak and peered through the crack, when suddenly I was eye-to-eye with her through the slit. “Tsk, tsk, Paul! No peeking!” and she gently closed the door. Eh, what can you do.

Once I’d showered and changed, I headed back down to figure out what I would do for dinner and a bed.

Luckily, Stacy had been taking care of that while I was

upstairs – there was a freshly delivered pizza sitting on the living room table and a pile of blankets sitting next to the futon.

“So what do you want to do?” she asked. “Dinner is served, but the situation with the sleeping arrangements might be weird – my parents converted my room into a den when I left, so I was going to sleep on the futon, but that would leave you nothing but the floor.”

“Don’t worry about it, I can suffer through the night,” I said, feigning sadness.

Apparently she took me too seriously because she immediately cut in, “No way! Look, we’ve known each other long enough and slept over in each other’s houses enough, so I think we can manage one night in the same bed, don’t you?”

WHAT? How could I refuse? “Sure, but no funny business!” “Hahaha! I was just about to say the same to you! So what do you want to do in the meantime?”

“How about a movie?” I suggested. “Got any good DVD’s?”

“How about The Fast and the Furious? I haven’t seen that since it first came out in the theaters.”

“Sounds good, load it up and we can get started on the pizza.”

About half an hour into the movie, we’d already finished eating, and were starting to drift off. Stacy suggested we set up the futon, so we pulled it out in front of the TV and threw on the blankets and pillows.

As she bent over to pick up the pillows, I noticed her very fine ass straining against her now- tight shorts. After the shower, Stacy had changed clothes so that she was no longer the average girl you don’t look twice at, into, both figuratively and literally, “the girl-next-door.” As she turned around and leaned over to arrange the blankets, her shirt fell a bit away from her chest and I noticed that 1) she most definitely had not put on a bra and 2) she had most certainly grown while I was away, maybe something like a 34C or so, but I couldn’t tell from this angle.

She glanced up and caught me looking, and I gave a sheepish grin, to which she only winked. What the hell?

Since I wanted to finish watching the movie, I stacked both pillows in the corner so that I could sit back and relax.

As soon as I lay down, though, Stacy put her hands on her hips and feigned an angry glare. “You didn’t think you could get away with using both of the pillows, did you?” she asked. “Just where do you expect me to sleep?” “I’m sure you’ll be able to make out… er, um, do…” I replied, hoping she hadn’t noticed my slip-up.

“You’re hopeless!” she exclaimed, climbed onto the futon and lay her head on my stomach.

As she pummeled my stomach trying to find a comfortable position, her hair, in a bun as always, kept brushing up my cock, already semi-hard from the peek I got of her breasts.

As she kept fidgeting about, my cock became harder and harder, soon threatening to peek out from the top of my shorts. Soon she gave up, and putting her hands under her head, began to lay down as if to sleep.

Suddenly, I realized that she had moved down a bit, and was about to put her head down on my crotch. “Wait!” I tried to get her to stop, but it was too late. Her proximity to my hardening cock had made it too excited, and it peeked out of my drawstring pants, staring her right in the eye.

“Well now, what have we here?” she inquired. She reached over and pushed the waistband of my pants

down and revealed my predicament.