It was almost 2AM but the party was in full swing. Nancy was drunk - too drunk, she realised, to be anywhere else. But her bedroom was a single flight of stairs away and without a journey home to navigate, she’d accepted every shot of tequila that came her way. And that was a lot - her friend Jon was in the kitchen pouring, handing them around until everyone was hammered.

“You’re thirsty tonight,” Jon said, passing Nancy yet another miniature glass. It was overfilled until the liquid poured down its side.

“My house, my rules,” she replied. She threw her head back and felt the alcohol burn the back of her throat. It made her cough, hard enough that she stumbled backwards. She grabbed Jon’s arm to steady herself. He was surprisingly muscular under his loose-fitting shirt.

“Someone’s been working out,” she said. She squeezed his bicep.

“Are you drunk, Nancy?” He laughed.

“I’ll never tell,” she slurred, elongating each word.

“Good job I have a foolproof test then.” He paused dramatically and stared into Nancy’s eyes. Holding her shoulders, he lowered his voice.

“Truth. Or dare.”

Nancy slapped his arm playfully.

“Are you twelve years old?”

“Truth. Or. Dare.” He was still holding her gaze. She giggled, and Jon felt her body relax.

“Ok. Truth.”

“What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve done when you were drunk?”

“Easy,” Nancy said. “Threw up on my parents’ floor and then passed out next to it.”

“Pretty tame.”

“You haven’t met my parents. Truth, or dare?”

“Truth.”

Nancy smiled, a devilish grin.

“Did you start this game hoping to turn the conversation sexual?”

“Uh… well…,” Jon laughed nervously. “I mean, it usually works.”

Nancy wouldn’t normally indulge this sort of transparent behaviour but, emboldened by the alcohol, she was curious to know what Jon was thinking. .

“Alright, then,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Truth.”

Jon’s face lit up.

“Seriously?”

“Get on with it, before I change my mind.”

“What’s a fantasy you had that’s so dirty even you were shocked by it?”

Nancy gasped. She felt her cheeks growing hot as they flushed red.

“Yes, Nancy!” Jon held up his hand for a high five. She returned it half-heartedly.

“I really can’t,” she said quietly. “It’s …” she tried to find the words to describe the most arousing and shameful scenario she’d ever conjured while touching herself. The one that had come into her mind uninvited but refused to leave until she let it unfold in full. She smiled involuntarily.

“You want to tell me, don’t you?” Jon said softly. Nancy looked up at him. He was cute, in a harmless way. But his cheeky banter and persistence were undeniably as attractive as they were annoying. She decided to play his game.

“It’s kind of a… well, it’s pretty dark actually.”

“Dark is good,” Jon coaxed.

“I wake up and it’s dark; completely black. I can’t see anything. And I can’t move. but I can feel someone… there. Touching me. Then inside. He’s holding me still, and I can feel him. Just pinning me down and using me for his own pleasure. Until he…”

Nancy stopped mid-sentence as she realised how much describing her fantasy was turning her on. Jon was staring at her with his mouth hanging open. His hands were folded across his crotch.

“I have some follow-up questions,” he said quietly.

“You wish,” Nancy replied. “Truth or dare?

Jon thought for a moment and decided not to risk any further questions.

“Dare.”

Nancy grinned and looked down at Jon’s hands, pushed against his body.

“Put your hands behind your head.”

Jon lifted his arms slowly, revealing a growing bulge that popped out from behind his fingers and formed the clear outline of his cock, straining against his jeans as they held it in place. Nancy couldn’t help but stare. It already looked so thick. .

Her cheeks flushed again at the thought of Jon, made so hard by her confession.

“Truth… or…” Jon stammered.

“Oh, definitely dare,” She said with a sly smile. “But I’m choosing my own.”

Nancy turned around, giving Jon a view of her cute ass wrapped in a tight black dress which cut daringly off just below it. She put her hands against the wall and threw her hips backwards into Jon until she could feel his semi. Even through the denim, she could feel the shape of his cock. The prominent ridge and surprising girth of its head.

She rolled her hips up and down, grinding her clit against him and feeling it grow harder still. Suddenly, he pushed her away.

“That’s not fair!” He protested.

“My work here is done,” she said. “I’m going to bed.” She winked at Jon and walked away, leaving him excited, disappointed, and slightly confused.

Jon waited in the kitchen until he was able to walk again. When could finally move without inviting comment or shame, he headed straight upstairs. He figured that if he could lock himself away in private for a few minutes, could relieve the pressure. He wasn’t proud, but a man’s got to do what a man’s got to do.

The bathroom was at the end of the corridor. Jon walked towards it with images of Nancy filling his mind. Her bright red lips as she described her fantasy; imagining her body - slim, but still curvy. Curvier than he’d ever realised until she was all he could think about. What did her skin feel like, he wondered. Soft, probably. Smooth.

He reached the end of the hallway and pushed the door handle. Locked.

“We’re going to be a while,” a voice shouted.

Jon cursed silently and turned around. He felt horny, and defeated. The other doors all led to bedrooms. Including Nancy’s.

At that moment, an idea crossed Jon’s mind; an idea so depraved he was appalled at himself and shook his head, whispering “no!” under his breath. He began to negotiate with his own impulses. He’d check on Nancy, make sure she was ok. If she was asleep, he’d leave.

John slowly turned the handle and pushed Nancy’s door open. The room was dark, but subtly illuminated by the streetlights streaming through a gap in the curtains. It shone a spotlight onto the bed and Jon couldn’t help following it as it fell over Nancy, making her skin glow.

And there was plenty of skin for it to light up. Nancy was lying on her back, wearing only a loose-fitting t-shirt. It probably would have reached halfway down her legs, if it hadn’t been bunched up around her waist. Jon’s eyes followed the light as it bounced off the neatly trimmed blonde hair above her clit. Her legs were parted, and her hand was resting on her thigh barely an inch away from it. Her fingertips caught the light too - glistening wet.

Jon stared at Nancy’s beautiful pussy for… how long? He had no idea. Long enough that his cock had grown totally hard again, and his inebriated brain was running riot. He’d never seen Nancy as anything other than a friend - a cute one, sure - but no more than that. Yet in that moment, she had become a purely sexual being. An object.

Jon gently pushed the door until it clicked shut, then turned back to the bed. He stood over Nancy’s body and thought about what she’d told him that evening - about being pinned down. Powerless. Used. And here she was: prone, half-naked, having stroked herself to sleep.

Helpless.

Jon’s instincts took over. He unbuckled his jeans and in one motion slid them to the floor along with his boxers. He slowly lowered himself onto the bed and lifted one leg over Nancy so he was kneeling over her. He carefully pushed his right knee into the gap between hers, and felt the skin of her inner thighs, warm and soft against his own. He kept pressing, and forced her legs further apart.

The thick outer lips of her labia were glowing red - conscious nor, she was still horny. Jon put his index and ring fingers in his mouth until they were completely lubricated with his saliva, lightly moved them into the gap above his knee and oh-so-lightly stroked Nancy, running his fingers down the lips either side of where they met. She was wet - not completely - but enough that his fingertips glided over her and into the groove between them. Her clit was swollen and Jon wasted no time moving his fingertip to press it, stroking her in a clockwise motion.

Nancy’s body responded immediately, coating his finger in cum and opening to his touch. He kept stroking, watching her face for any signs of consciousness. He felt her resistance give way, and his finger glided inside here, deep enough that he could feel the spongy skin of her g-spot. She was tight, but very wet.

With his left hand, he lifted Nancy’s leg further apart until he was kneeling directly in front of her, her leg either side of his. She was still snoring, although her breaths were sharper now.

Jon couldn't afford to think now, he was acting on pure adrenaline. Taking her legs in his hands, he slowly rolled her onto her front. She didn’t stir. He lowered his body from his knees. He stroked his shaft, coating it with Nancy's juices, and held it straight as he guided it towards her wet opening.

He groaned as the tip of his cock slipped into her, effortlessly. One hard push and he was buried inside her, wet and tight and warm. Her body, though accommodating, was squeezing tight against the head of his cock and he knew he couldn’t last long. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, he started to fuck Nancy.

Softer and gentler than he’d ever fucked before. As he pulled out, he felt her stretching, adapting to his dimensions. He’d never felt anything this good. Slowly, he entered her again and somehow it felt even better. Each time, slightly deeper. Two thirds of his length now. Still stroking her clit, in time with his gentle strokes.

She was soaking wet, pulling him in and it took all the self-control he could muster to keep the slow pace as he pulled out a second time. Her inner labia stroked his already swollen head, drawing him back in. He breathed deeply, ignoring his urge to go harder and faster, but feeling Nancy’s pussy getting wetter with each stroke.

She felt so good. Wet and tight and warm, squeezing and stroking the nerve endings clustered around the tip of Jon’s cock. He moved as slowly as he could, not even entering her completely, just gradually working his way in. But he was already so close.

And then without thinking, without his brain even being consulted, Jon’s hips thrust sharply forward, pumping his full length into Nancy’s unconscious body.

It was the sudden movement that woke her.

Nancy was shaken awake by the feeling that she was falling and her whole body jolted, pulling her out of an unusually vivid sex dream. So vivid that even in her semi-conscious state, she could feel the sensation between her legs.

But it didn’t fade away, and Nancy slowly processed the unmistakable feeling.

She was being fucked.

Nancy wasn’t just full; she could feel the pressure as she was being stretched. It was big. She thought back to the end of the night. Leaving Jon in the kitchen with his hard-on. Coming upstairs to masturbate. And then… nothing. She’d been alone.

She tried to move but she was pinned down by the weight of the body on top of her. Thrusting harder and harder. She could feel the smooth skin as it moved in and out of her.

No condom.

But Nancy was shocked by her own response; because as the skin of his huge, thick head pressed against her g-spot, pleasure waves were shooting all over her body. She could feel the orgasm building.

Nancy squeezed her hand between her body and the one on top of her and pushed until her fingers reached her clit. She began to stroke herself in time with the cock sliding into her, and focussed on the feeling as it forced her open. Almost pulling out with each thrust, until only the tip remained inside her. Against her fingertips she recognised the coarse skin of a tightly circumcised head, and ran her finger over the back, feeling where it jutted out from the shaft.

She remembered the way Jon had felt as she teased him, rubbing against him, making him hard. Feeling the shape of him. The pronounced ridge. The girth. She gasped at the realisation.

Nancy squeezed her pelvic muscles and her pussy clamped tight around the base of Jon’s cock, stopping his thrust at its deepest point. He froze, and for just a second she thought she’d bought herself the extra time she needed to get off.

She felt him throb twice. The base of his cock pushed back against her grip. He was growing still, so hard and thick it almost hurt. Nancy squeezed one last time, as tight as she could.

Jon groaned.

Nancy felt every inch of him pulsing, starting at the base and traveling up. A ripple of movement through his length. She sighed as it filled her up - a wet, warm sensation.

Jon’s cock twitched and pumped the last of his load into Nancy. She felt it dribbling out of her, coating the skin of her thighs. Then she was empty - Jon slipped out of her and rolled off her body.

Nancy reached for the gap where Jon had just been and lay still for a moment. She pushed a finger between the lips of her soaking pussy, coating it with warm cum. Smearing it over her clit as she stroked herself.

Jon was on his feet now. She could hear him fumbling for his clothes.

“Aren’t you going to finish me off?” She asked.

The door clicked shut, and Nancy realised she was alone.