I’d been wanting to fuck Nick for a while. He’d made his way into my friend group through some way or another, and he was definitely my type, which is to say that he was reasonably attractive and had a dick. I’m easy to please. Nick clearly wanted to fuck me, too. He was just too scared to make the first move, and too oblivious to pick up on mine. So, we were stuck in a sort of sexual stalemate.

On a Friday night, I was at a friend’s apartment for something between a get together and a party. It was low energy, chill, just some music, some friendly conversation, nothing hugely noteworthy, save 3 things.

1) Nick was there,

2) I was horny

3) I had absolutely no other prospects.

I had picked up on Nick as soon as he walked in. We made eye contact across the floor, and it was, for that brief moment, electric. I felt a chill go down my spine, and for that brief moment, it felt like we would find an excuse to leave, or even find a back room, right then and there. Then he moved towards the kitchen. Which was fine. Perfectly fucking fine. I had all night to make a move.

And yet, we seemed to be stuck in that pattern. Throughout the night, we’d catch each other across the room, it would feel inevitable, then one of us would get dragged away. Even when he was talking to my best friend Amy, a stone cold slut who can seal the deal faster than any woman I’ve ever met, he was sneaking glances.

Well into the night, as I was starting to come up with some plan or another on how I was going to get Nick alone and pantsless as I was sitting on a couch, listening to someone talking, Nick came up, without any pretense, and sat next to me, giving me a small smile as he settled in. I smiled back, brushing a whisp of my auburn hair behind my ear, but then we turned our attention back to our mutual friend.

Then he nervously inched closer to me. Then closer. It was subtle, like he was trying to mask it as adjusting in his seat so I wouldn’t notice.

But I noticed.

Then he rested his arm on the back of the couch, right behind me. A subtle move, like he didn’t want me to notice.

But I noticed.

But then he stalled. No further moves, and trust me, I was looking for them. We sat there for minutes, agonizing minutes, in a holding pattern before I reached up, grabbed his arm, and wrapped it around me, leaning in to him. It was a simple gesture. No one in the room noticed.

But he noticed.

Just the physical touch was enough to send a jolt through me. I was soaked. I was shaking. I was ready. I leaned in close to him, and I could feel his shallow breaths. We sat like that for what felt like ages as I stewed, wondering just how direct I had to be to get him alone with my ankles behind my ears. So, when he leaned in close and whispered into my ear that he liked my perfume, I got close to his ear and whispered that he had five minutes to get me alone or I’d ride his cock in front of everyone.

Turns out, that was the right amount of directness.

He glanced around the room, almost like he was worried that someone else had heard, like I’d shouted it rather than whispered it. He looked back at me, clearly panicking at the time limit I’d put before him. I rolled my eyes and stood up, grabbing his arm, leading him out of the room and down the hall. Behind me, someone let out a whistle and a few people laughed, but no one seemed all that surprised, aside from Nick that is. We ducked into the bathroom, and the lock had barely been set before I pulled him down, into a searing kiss, which he quickly returned. It was instantly what I’d hoped it would be, absolutely electric from the moment our lips touched. As our tongues battled, he leaned over, grabbed my ass and lifted me so that he, at roughly 6’, didn’t have to stoop to reach me at 5’6”.

We spent several minutes making out like teenagers before his arms began to shake. He staggered forward, putting me down on the counter by the sink. His hands, free from having to support me, pushed my skirt up and hooked fingers around the waistband of my panties. I lifted myself up as he pulled them down, dropping them to the side. I made short work of his belt, button, and fly, and he roughly pushed his pants and boxers down, allowing his cock to come into view for a fraction of a second before he pushed my skirt up again and buried it to the hilt in my shaved pussy in one movement.

Not expecting him to move so quickly, I let out a yelp, my mouth agape. I could feel chills radiating across my body, goosebumps popping up all over despite the fact that the room was warm. As the initial shock settled into general pleasure, I smiled and pulled him into a kiss. He wasn’t huge, but he knew what he was doing. Any hesitation that he had about me, any of the nerves that he’d felt, had melted away as he pumped his way into my wet cunt. I did my best not to be too loud, not that it mattered. Everyone else in the house already knew what we were doing. It wasn’t the first time I’d taken a guy into that exact bathroom, in fact.

After several minutes of thrusting, Nick’s hip started bothering him. He pulled free and apologized, but I didn’t miss a beat. I had been waiting to fuck him for too long to be done that quickly. I hopped off the counter and led him to the toilet, sitting him down on the closed seat, hiked my skirt up again, straddled his lap and impaled myself again. With a bit more control, I settled into a rhythm quickly, bucking my hips forward as I slid down his shaft, then backward as I came back up. He pushed my shirt up, pulling my bra down to reveal my 36C tits, sucking on one nipple like his life depended on it while pinching the other, before switching. Any thought of subtlety went out the window. We weren’t screaming, but there was no way our moans weren’t audible to everyone in the apartment.

Not that they had long to listen. My hip movements made short work of Nick. I could feel him adjusting under me as his legs squirmed, a vain attempt to keep himself from cumming too soon. I roughly grabbed his head, pulling it away from my tits and kissing him roughly, which shocked him enough to finally let go, firing rope after rope deep inside me. I shuddered, settling down against his lap, letting him buck deep inside me as our kiss quickly lost its energy. As he began to go limp, I stood up, letting him fall free. He took a moment to recover, but he shakily stood up and began to get himself straightened out. I found my panties and pulled them back on, then straightened my hair in the mirror and salvaging what I could of my makeup.

As we got ready to head back out into the party, I stopped Nick and playfully slapped his cheek, telling him not to make me work so hard to get his attention next time. He did as he was told. Nick and I have gotten to know each other very well since that party, but that’s another story. Maybe several other stories.